I Spent a Day With You

I spent a day with you, gazing into your sad green eyes— I could see that you were placated with the thoughts of death—with being without— with being unheard. I am afraid of entering that void alone too— but we all must and will. But I sit near you and listen because I am alive and we are ever more alike. Maybe I am scared of the inevitable deterioration— maybe I am terrified to make you feel rattled by my absence. Because I know what it is like to feel utterly alone— to feel like everyone is tired of trying and fading around me. I wish I can take all that is lost within you away and dry those watery eyes that have seen so much and now so little. I wish I can take you to where it all made sense and everyone around you breathed easy and laughed freely and hoped truly. But all I can do is spend a day with you— seeking to see some trace of relief in those green eyes— and remind myself that this day will never again return… and that we are all one step closer to the edge of the void among the forgotten.