From your bed in the ward you saw a modest ribbon of pale sky through a window that could open only slightly, like your eyes
a high sky as achingly thin as the skin of your arms bruised like rain clouds
Yellowy eyes revealed what lips never uttered
a beaten acceptance that the sky will exist long after you do not
and your eyes fell on me like a child rushing for a tight hug
and mine swept you up like a father who'd failed to stop you tripping
Oh you patient soul who had never asked for more or complained of less
that same sky will also stretch above my grave
but until I fall into shadows I'll never forget you
an easy companion who said little during drives and nothing during pain
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 6:20 AM UTC
From your bed in the ward you saw a modest ribbon of pale sky through a window that could open only slightly, like your eyes
a high sky as achingly thin as the skin of your arms bruised like rain clouds
Yellowy eyes revealed what lips never uttered
a beaten acceptance that the sky will exist long after you do not
and your eyes fell on me like a child rushing for a tight hug
and mine swept you up like a father who'd failed to stop you tripping
Oh you patient soul who had never asked for more or complained of less
that same sky will also stretch above my grave
but until I fall into shadows I'll never forget you
an easy companion who said little during drives and nothing during pain
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