soon, i will say good-bye. i will hold you between my palms as you take your final breaths i will look into your eyes as they close for the last time i will whisper "i love you" as you still in my arms
and i know i will wonder if having you was ever worth it i know i will cry and scream with the bitterness, the injustice of it all and i know. i will decide that i could never regret loving you.
i know, i know, i know.
every time i look at him i am reminded of how he's coming to the end of his life. is it odd that i grieve him when he's still with me?