I saw him crying as his face and eyes spoke to me of love lost
Lost not in a song of what exists within the ordinary typical day
Habitual disease finds its way to torment
I’m resisting the common
I took him in my mother’s arms
He knew that I was a friend
We hugged and talked in this continued openness
I was blessed to be a part of his support and he mine.
We never had to pretend this was my Brain
He had the face of an angel and his soul a gift
Still my companion I find myself embraced
By my own end facing his loss.
