She called and I came.
Crying on the phone,
wishing I was there.
A moment of weakness
she could have endured.
Same as the last time,
"I'm leaving now"
"I'm on my way"
"I'm half way there"
"I'm almost 'home'"
"I'm here for you"
She's not taking care of herself
I can see the light she says isn't there
It's dim. Heavy thoughts, like thick clouds.
Obscures what is normally bright.
She reaches and I hold her.
I can feel relief take over.
She needs nourishment
I do what I love, making her happy
She slowly takes bites,
Every now and then, noises of delight
We drive to clear her mind
In to the mountains so she can breathe
My hand reaches, squeezes to reassure
Relief starts to begin
Her grief starts to fall as we talk of younger times
