There are days,
So many days,
When you sit
beside me
Holding my hand,
whispering in my ear,
Waiting with me,
for the pain
That fills me up
To subside
You tell me
You cannot
Understand what
I go through,
But it hurts you
Nonetheless
And you will
never
Let me be alone
and hurting
And as I sit up
Pushing the tears back
I glance over
To see you do the same.
I often wonder,
Why you stay.
Why you limit
Your life to
Accommodate mine?
There are lesser reasons
That have separated Lovers,
Turning past promises
Into lies,
Destroying lives
Causing more pain
Than any disease
Possibly could.
What makes you care?
Why am I special?
There's no money
I'll be leaving
bills instead
No Family
To speak of,
No one
To comfort you,
To share your loss.
I feel like I'm
Hurting you already.
I can feel you
Staring at my
Parkinson's as it
Shakes me,
My mind keeps
Repeating
stop.
Repeating,
Repeating,
Stop,
stop,
stop!
Finally,
the dancing ends
but my legs
Continue the steps,
And I hardly notice
but I know you
Continue to see,
And record
in you mind
Each new tremor,
and every backward
Step I take.
Each morning
I wake,
You,
Still beside me,
And I know
There can be
No one else
For me.
And so,
I gather my
Courage,
And head to
The kitchen
For coffee
Wondering
What this
New day
Will bring.
Jupiterjane