i'm not sure when i'm here or when i'm not anymore, but he is always at the side of me. i'll adore him when i can, let me remember to do that. he'll need it. my sentence tongue is white and he drips water into my mouth on demand and dabs my spills. he's gorgeous, healthy and fit, though now i'm weak, i've never felt so dry.
my hand has no squeeze, please, my hand has no squeeze. please my hand has no squeeze.
do something for me
his head lays so heavy, pillow soft at my side, i'll try to stroke, i want to touch his tired forehead.
we're young so tell him mild i'm going.
i'll fear his loss, i'll fear me not here for him
seven years since we have been nineteen, becoming
mum please, on my behalf, please look after him.
