And now, from remembering that first touch of your hand, it seems I'm feeling the last. I can't let go, not even for a moment, for there's no way to tell when you might slip away, and I can't bear the thought of you dying alone, without a loving touch to see you safely across. Oh, I know the folk here mean well, but it's not the same. So I keep my vigil, and now and then stroke your forehead, the pain in my heart flaring like the aching fingers that are my Gaffer's last legacy.
Ooh. *tears up*
All my life I've followed you.
I'll not stop now.
*sigh* Oh, honey, that was beautiful. Art. Just...art. So sadly sweet. Thank you.
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Date: Tuesday, September 16th, 2003 01:30 am (UTC)Ooh. *tears up*
All my life I've followed you.
I'll not stop now.
*sigh* Oh, honey, that was beautiful. Art. Just...art. So sadly sweet. Thank you.