If I could tell you something, I think I would like to whisper the words that make you smile.
That way I could bask in the sun rising on your face.
Each crease would be a ray of warmth that has been placed there just for me as if to say “Thank you, my world is brighter with you in it.”
But then I think, perhaps it would be better if I gathered my strength and spoke the words that made you laugh.
That way I could remember the sound of your joy as it washes over my weary heart, the rhythm of it a beautiful dance that transforms your face into that of a now lost childhood.
Maybe then some of our innocence would be returned.
Sadly though, before I can decide whether to whisper or speak, my careless mind screams the words that make you cry.
I watch as they cruelly strip the light from your eyes, crashing both our worlds into a bleak darkness.
Frantically I scramble, a near blind man desperate to catch his last glimpse of sunlight, but it is too late.
The beat of your tears wash the last hope from my soul and broken, I turn to leave.
Silence follows me, there is nothing left to say.