I walk not in melancholy mood
I am content.
Silently at my side
You walk contentedly.
Eyes closed, face wan, not sleeping, yet not awake
Trapped cruelly in her dying cocoon
Gasping pitifully for consciousness, life.
I know she senses me, smells me, longs to speak.
Can’t see, can’t read, can’t work
Who would choose to live in a half-lit world
I am safe here in my cosy, cocooned world
Warm, frozen, suspended in the moment of you.
I lift up my hand and stroke your hair. I cry
You wipe away my tears. Together we smile
The last day of the summer term!
Yet paradoxically this da seems longer
Than the rest of the whole school year put together!