Bryan

I watch as he lies so still I wonder if he's already died, And left us all behind. I'm thinking back in time, and remembering; When he took me to play in snow. He always loved the little crystals, And I'd watch him dive into drifts. I want him to open his eyes, to look out the window. Then he could see the snow he loves so much. I want him to be happy again, running outside, And sweeping me into hugs with joyful shouts. He takes a breath, opens his eyes, and looks at me. Hello. Such a light voice, not like a few weeks ago. I trace a scar on his cheek. He won't live to see it heal. I start to cry, and so does he. He has no reason to cry. I'm the one being left with memories to cry over, Like scraps from a torn photograph. I give him a kiss, and he smiles as he goes to sleep. I know he's not waking up, and i can be happy knowing that At least he saw the falling snow. Written March 23rd, 2002 © on Mar 23 2002 08:55 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1