I watched your body age and your face crumble
into nothing more then a pair of sad eyes and tired hands.

I am not sure of the light that has kept you alive
but I know that your face hasn't lit up since
we were only two kids throwing stones into the sea.

You feel alone even when you're not
and I've been searching for home long before
we grew old
and cold
and scared
and sad.

I have always left us in your hands
and always grew sorry when you
would put it down or give it back.

I see now that you could never hold the weight of anything.
Not even me.