Him

I sat there and stared. Stared and waited. Hoped. Prayed. But I knew whatever I was waiting for would never come. I look at each of the scars and felt his pain. Each one had a meaning. the loss of hope. the loss of faith. the loss of feeling. Hatred. Guilt. I felt the hot, salty water stream down my face. I sat there and waited, just for him to hold me and say it would be alright. To hug me and let me cry on his shoulder until his shirt was drenched and all my tears were gone. I waited for him to help me up when I was down and cheer me on in my moments of triumph. I waited to see his blue gray eyes sparkle again. I waited to see his smile. I ran my fingers through his dark brown hair. I could see now that everything was fading. I felt as his gray blue eyes were fading to a cold empty shade of gray. His vibrant hair seemed to dull to a old boring type of brown, and his skin, smooth, tender and loving seemed to crumble into the earth. His blood, a fiery red seemed to fade become one with the floor. His head rested in my lap as his body lay motionless. I wished so badly that there could be something, anything that I could do to bring him back, to help him. But I couldn’t. all I could do was sit there. So I sat there and stared and waited for something that would never come.