The body I hold is hanging in the balance,
Each breath wracking through lifeless air.
The hollowness that expands from his lifeless eyes,
Burning when my eyes are shut.

As if untouched by the twine of fate,
Existing but not living breathing but not waking.
The icy thuds of an unnatural heart,
Making those softer sounds quaver into absence.

As if by sheer chance my strings are pulled,
my lips lower to touch those of the dead.
At contact time stands still,
The thudding stops.

The lips take on a rosey pink,
Mirroring the sentiment of every second.
As if aching to understand.
As if terrified to forget.

The fear awakens and the hurt rolls out,
Trembling down limp limbs and shoulders.
Hushing into a steady rock,
With promises that my strength won't give.

Purpose is gifted with a single kiss,
and like a rose I watch it grow.
In vibrance and strength the body will glow.
Till the day he finds his voice.

When words will tumble onto life,
and bind the solace and the strife.
Gift gold in band and my love for you,
with the simple promise to always cherish, love and hold you.