XLVIII.

I need you always
now I need you because
my limbs rattle
breath is hard to grasp
and tears burn without feeling
trapped inside this blurred glass
can't even lift an arm to touch it

I am terrified;
you have left me.

how do I speak to you?

their eyes
their smiles
their voices
their plans
their calm steps forward

I nod and agree
yes, of course
of course, of course
of course
of course
of course