• I wonder if he sits on the outside if they will notice.I wonder if they will wonder where he has gone.
    Will they notice his broken heart?
    Will they see his whithered soul?
    No longer has the energy to put up with it all.

    His form is hunched and crooked
    He sits alone
    on the outside.
    I wonder what it feels like.
    I know the outside so well I shouldn't have to ask but for him it must be different.

    His humor is intact.
    His charm is still there.
    But something has changed.

    What happened?
    What made those happy blue eyes so sad?

    I wish I could make him smile,
    make him laugh,
    make him alive.

    Sometimes I see a glimmer of hope
    a small spring of life.
    I hang onto that dearly.

    But all I can do is sit and watch this horrible change take over his body.
    So I am sad
    and I will cry for him.