In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone

After I gave you meds, to assure your suffering was at least a tad tamed
I left my hand on your hand on your chest, counting breaths

It's like counting sheep, counting the space of time between continuing life - somewhere between a breath and a beat

I was...
Somewhere between sleep and awake
You, my boy, were busy~
Somewhere between alive and dead
The heartbeat that turned into a lite beat
That grew inside of me
That lived outside of me - for over 11 years
That cancer taking away pieces of you
Those parts of me that is you
Snapped
When you left
Stopped

Dexter,...