A Fading Touch.

Here they sit, on a silent playground.
They’re swinging to and fro, playing around.
Hand in hand; one is fading
Day then turns to night.
After this nothing was right.
Now all is gone; and yet he still sits slowly decaying.

His mind is empty; full of despair.
His body no longer able to take in air.
He might as well have been dead.
His world; his love; has been taken from him.
The light that was once there , his life-light, is now dim.
It all being just as painful as a bullet to the head.

Here he sits on an silent playground.
He’s swinging to the thought of her; his feet hitting the ground.
A silent breeze brings a cooling thought.
Looking up he smiles.
And there he knew it to be true, he felt again just as a child.
She would always be watching, and there he had it, all that he sought.