Your skin’s plumpness under mine,
the way your hand moves on my forehead,
your wrinkles soft, cold, silky, saggy.
I hear you laugh, heartily, with all you have.
I relish it.
The timber of your voice, deep, throaty.
that gleam in your eyes, the way they crinkle on the sides
when you really laugh.
I soak it all in.
I see you breathe; I now know it’s a luxury.
Won’t last forever.
At times, I give you a soft nudge,
when you are sleeping deeply.
Just to see the rise and fall of your chest again.
Even if for a fleeting moment, it gives me peace.