I watched him sleeping where he lay
Beneath the cool and crisp blue sheet
His fragile touch could not repeat
His eyes spoke what he would not say
The room seemed unfamilar now
Boxes and papers lined the walls
Rusted frames adorned the halls
Strange photos remained only for show
When I tried to care for him
He turned his heart away from me
I fought the tears and let him be
And watched him fall asleep again
He closed his eyes and I could tell
My love was sick, tired and unwell
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