I can see there is a chance of hope that slowly fades in you as it does in me.
But I’ve known my trajectory for quite some time now
and it doesn’t fade as fast as yours.
Your dreams were always truly yours,
but mine were a mix of others thought out loud.There is a smile that slowly fades from your time-stricken beauty.
I have seen the wrinkles come to be, how that brow went low.
But I don’t say anything because I love the lapse of time
even at the cost of seeing you fade away.I saw you get shorter with age,
time was unkind yet your face could shine a thousand suns.
I sometimes find myself wanting to not listen as you rant about your day,
about the little time you have,
as if possessed by my own demise.I still find time to hear you out
and even though my ears don’t listen,
my heart hears every emotion you speak.At times we clash like family always does,
but even if I make you cry, the intention was never there.
Like a storm I came to your life unannounced,
and as such I shall carry you till your last of breaths,
always with your best in mind.
The Storm
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