this one being done

he sleeps now
most of the time,
his eyes will open,
a smile might crease
his half
still face.
his hands will reach
towards you.
to take your hand.
he breathes slowly.
small gulps
of air come in, go out.
he nods, to say
I know you,
he's happy in a silent
way,
knowing that you're there.
he has to go soon.
you can't go with
him, just yet.
he has to leave by himself,
slip away
and be reborn into
what awaits
in the next life,
this one being done.