Crying

I saw you lying in your bed, frail and weak,
but the tears couldn't come.
I saw your eyes glaze over as you didn't remember me,
but the tears couldn't come.
I saw you struggle to remember,
I saw you say goodbye and forget me,

but the tears couldn't come.

I came back and saw you again,
but the tears couldn't come.
I remember you asking the same questions over and over,
but the tears couldn't come.
I remember you starting to recognize me,
but the tears couldn't come.
I remember your eyes clear and remember me,
but the tears couldn't come.
I remember talking with you,
I remember saying goodbye,
I remember you saying, don't go, I won't be here the next time you see me,

but the tears couldn't come.

I remember leaving, my heart tearing in two, at the thought of seeing you the last time ever,
but the tears couldn't come.
I went in the car, your words echoing in my head,
but the tears couldn't come.
I went back home, thousands of miles away from you,
but the tears couldn't come.
I went home to the arms of comfort,
I went to my room, and huddled on my bed, wrapped in the blanket you made,
but the tears couldn't come.

I looked out the window,
and I saw your face in the stars,

and the tears started flowing.

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