fuck

everythings at my the tip of my senses. i can see her. her gentle eyes, her peaceful smile, her gaze at her loved ones knowing that she's satisfied leaving with those around her as her last sight of the life well lived. i can touch her. her well worn arthritic hands, holding them as a piece of solidarity knowing that we're in this together.

if only my loved ones could look in my eyes and understand that im hurting too. and that im sorry.