I have this vision in my head
Of your back turned,
Your arm wrapped around
The one that cradled you.

It was mine.

My lips rested gently on your back,
Just above your tattoo,
Barely visible in the light,
And I felt your labored breathing.
Rhythmic yet
Riddled with pain.

I'm sorry.

I know I'm not her but
I tried.
And I'm not sure but
I hope you fell asleep there,
Dreaming and in comfort,
At least for the time being.