With Time
He slumps dejectedly today
Unlike he walked in his youth
It’s like he sees the ground
As his most intimate truth
I yearn to tell him things
Like my love for him is alive
Willing him to live longer
And find purpose in his time
I want him to know that
He means the world to me
The pain he feels today
Is something I wish I could free
I hope he can find it inside
The strength to get through
Today, tomorrow, next week
Through years of anguish
I want him to know I will give
Pieces of my heart and soul
To make him feel a bit better
More like staying, going on
I reach out to embrace him
My touch is filled with gentleness
He takes my hand in his own
And together we continue on
Will he be here tomorrow?
My heart surely hopes so
But how can I truly understand
How it feels to grow old
Without experiencing it myself?
With time… I will learn to accept
And, perhaps, feel as he has felt
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