Weekend Visit

You try to speak. You try to speak but your voice is gone.
I hear death through my phone.
I try to speak,
I try to tell you that I will be
there, but you know I can't be there.

So on it goes, a few more calls and a weekend visit.
Turns out to be the last.

You want me.
You need me.
You want too.

You want me to hold your hand.
You need me to understand
That it might, it might be too late, I kiss you, try to ease your pain
I want you to hold my hand. I need you to understand.
That it might, it might be too late.
To say more, to have more than faith.

I try to feed, I try feed you a spoon but I cave in.
Every little step I take, makes me feel another mile away
It hurts so see, it hurts to feel your skinny prying bones.
Every little chance you had.
All the days when I was mad for what?

I want you.
I need you.
I want too.

I want to look in to your eyes.
And tell you, I do love you despite
I know it. It is not to late.
I kiss you. Try to ease your pain
I want you to hold my hand.
I need you to understand, that it might, it might be too late.
To say more, to have more than faith.