In silence, she captivates me
As I take her hand I see
her beauty layered and folded away
Blue veins contrasted by liver spots
White hair frayed and disarrayed
So thin, pale, fragile.
Yet all I see is her
washed out, wide eyes staring at me
With all the words she can no longer say
Begging me to stay
Begging me to help her leave.
So I clutch her hand futilely
And tell her mutely with my wet eyes
How I wish I were braver
As the doctors disconnect the machines
To let her go
All I want is for her to stay.
When her eyes close
Her small form loses its warmth and
Alone, I walk away.
September 25, 2006