For A.

I’m watching you wither,
slowly, so slowly.

I’m powerless to stop it.

I can do nothing but watch,

hope,

pray,

that I’m wrong.

That you’re not dying.

That soon the world will see you for what you truly are:

Strong.

Brave.

Kind.

Beautiful.

But I fear one day I’ll stop receiving messages from you.

And then I’ll know,
you’ve finally,

finally,

found peace.

I love you dearly.