An old man sleeping on a bed.
Machines work side by side.
I can feel his soul drifting out.
He seem so fragile.
Every touch may **** him anytime.

I want to touch him,
But I can’t.

He was once a strong man.
He smells like cigarette in a summer breeze.
His back is like a mirror of his hardwork.
His feet full of scars but strong enough to walk any fields.
His hands are rough.
But his heart is soft.


He kissed me on the forehead.
Lifted me when I cry.
Sweets come out of his pocket when I am sad.

Now he’s lying there like a lifeless man.
Are you following your wife?
I wanted to ask.


I pray he would stay.
A little bit more.
I pray.