bringing peace

 Alone you are not, for I am here.

I hold your hand, yet you know not my presence.

Your lips chapped from dryness, from dying.

Moisture they say, I need moisture.

I pick up the Chap stick, feeding them, the flaky crust, around them disappears.

Your hands once soft, now wrinkled and dry, like an elephant hide.

Lotion they scream, lotion. I give them lotion.

You open your eyes, say thanks, then one last breath,

before you gasp saying goodbye.

Rest in peace, My friend.

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