The Long Goodbye

I come each week
and watch you sleep
You haven’t much to say
You already left, your light’s elsewhere
I sit with you anyway.
My heart is breaking
But I smile for you
and hope you see me, still
There’s so much I want to tell you
but I know now, I never will.
We look at photos new and old
I help you drink and hold your hand
Swallowing silent tears
for my once vibrant Mum
Slowly slipping from this land