Him

My morning gray,
with truth untold.

myst chiq
in hospice.

closer to peace
every second.

the world around me,
dull and lifeless.

the blade against his wrist,
brought worry to mind.

blade once shiny,
now degraded to a stained red.

a thin slice
brought a lifetime of regret.

his world,
is mine.

our lives
set to flames.

the smile upon his face,
now rare.

bedridden,
once again.

this time,
it was his fault.

and yet,
not.

his life, and mine,
put to hell.

but when he sees me,
and i see thy,

life,
is not so hellish

his life with out a smile,
is mine without a sun.

when together,
a smile flickers upon his lips, and mine.

only then is my day,
a true summer day.