We are gentle with one another these days. Patient and kind. He holds me close at night, his words
unspoken and my tears unshed.
I don’t want him to be in this place all alone. But I’m not
able. Not right now.
So, he doesn’t tell me.
And, I don’t ask.
Instead, we hold tight to one another through the night,
hoping our tomorrow will never come.
In the darkness - - he waits for his courage.
In the silence - - I wait for my strength.
