hello, hello.

he walks away from his mind, leaving it to wither away and vanish.

his gaze is long and lonely.

staring emptily at things he doesn't want to see.

his voice is hollow.

it sounds like the final ring of a church bell.

words falling from his lips like dead blossoms, dropping to the ground for me to pick up.

he sways when he walks, a fragile gait.

i want to take his hand, his sad, unfeeling hand.

i want to grasp it tightly, look into his distant eyes.

i want to see everything he has left behind.

experience it.

i want to replace it.

replace it with myself, my being.

So when he looks at me, his eyes will be a little softer,

his cheeks a little warmer and his smile a little brighter.