Bear With Me

Years ago you teased me, telling me that I was behaving like a little girl, when I really ought to face the results of my actions.

You in your immobile mobility being attached to the machine that kept you alive and me talking from afar with you by the grace of the one finger you could still move. I always imagined some sort of smile on your face while you were confronted by my mad anxieties.

I love you and I miss you!