I look through him and see the sky,
It’s grainy and blurry and frighteningly vibrant.
I look to him, brain cesses to function.
On me, is his lasting imprint.
And soon I melt, I drift and I sink.
As I am, I overthink.
And I’m left here to watch blue turn to black.
As I’m wishing on stars or wishing I could have my body back.