Im sorry for not being "her"....

He cries...prays for her return...
he talks to me, holds tight to my hands...and im there,
telling him that things will get better.
He looks pale...hasn't eaten in days, thirsty and tired.
I can't stand that sight...and i feed him...
I give him my heart to chew on
...and I make his thirst disappear.
I give him my blood to drink from my veins.
And I make him rest by letting him lie on my death bed.
I sit at his feet watching him sleep,
while he dreams of her smile...
I make sure he doesn't get awaken,
for it is only in his dreams that he can be with her again...happy,
and it is only this way that I can keep him by my side
then... I slowly fade away in one of his worst nightmares
when my crying wakes him up....im sorry....