One last time
Always be mine...
By your bed, I stand and stare, wondering if you’re aware. In my hands I hold a card, buying it had been so hard. Beneath your eyelids I see pulses, then awakening, fluttering lashes. You blink: one, two, three and now I know you see me. Your tongue pokes and licks along cracked, dried lips. You gaze up into my face a tiny smile now in place. A dry cough, then you speak a soft, sweet voice but oh so weak. Come here, come...