In the hospital bed
you held my hand
your bony hands
touching bony mine,

bony mine, ever mine

your purple hands
and
thinning skin
your knuckles
slowly rolling
against mine

forever mine,

and I whispered that
your hands,
they were so soft
and you whispered back
Oh,
but I've worked so hard

work you did,
and your memories
are mine
and your love is
mine
and your pulsing
heart
your slowing
heart
your fading
heart
your bony
heart

is mine.