I cannot reverse the cell’s dissolution
or stop the final slow unyoking
of spirit from blood and bone.
Though your old eyes plead
I cannot help,
cannot speak the words you long for.
You see me rooted, solid in life.
I watch you untethered, drifting
on an ocean of pain
beyond my reaching.
I hold your hand and wish you
a swift journey
beyond all fears.
the miracle of tears.