She grips His hands.
Begging Him to remember her face.
The Man sways
Those nights together float into the night.
As soft and intimate as the way He felt her.
She rocks Him back as He stares blankly.
Eyes like a small child's,
Innocent but aged.
She chants to the Man.
A ghost within.
Suddenly His eyes fill with light.
As an infant's do, the day the seize to cross.
Tears weld and He cannot remember why.
But joy is here, and love is here.
This Man feels loves beauty,
Though this Man sits alone, His brain diminishing.