The memory lost of a craving,
depths of being caught inside a safety net of arms around your body suffocating off the words not spoken. Reassured loud and clear!
“Never worry, I got you!”
Me: can I leave and come right back
Grandad: (shakes his head) No!
Me: You need me to stay with you?
Grandad: (Struggles to say) Yes!
Me: (Gets in the bed with him)
My Guy🫶🏽