Laying his head down and staring up
I could see a glimmer of sadness in his eyes.
Not the sadness of the death that was soon to come,
But the sadness that somehow he had let us down.
I laid my hand on his head and whispered my final
Struggling to move around, and aching for breath
I quietened him. Watching the faint smile appear through
The young but seemingly aged lines on his pale face.
Not allowing him to see the veil of tears appearing in my own
Eyes, I stood up.
Unable to fight any longer, and slowly closing his eyes,
I tried to console myself, knowing that he would no
Longer have to ache for breath.