All He Has Left
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When he falls asleep at night, shivering slightly even though he’s covered by the blanket, – so thick, so warm – I wonder if he knows I can see it. I see the fracturing, the broken synapses, and I wonder ever so minutely if he knows.
He murmurs your name every night and it breaks me, but I stay strong.
For him. For you.
I have to, after all, since I’m all he has left anymore.
He murmurs your name every night and it breaks me, but I stay strong.
For him. For you.
I have to, after all, since I’m all he has left anymore.