Sitting With Sadie

we sat

your hand in mine

addled mind and mindfulness

you adrift

somewhere in the realm of

dream

sleep

confusion

lost in the folds of consciousness or

perhaps not lost at all

just far away perhaps

on a plane so much

higher and exalted that

you could not recognize

me

this world

this ordinary room

not knowing where to

find you, or if I could

find you, or if you needed

finding

I did the only thing

I could think to do

I took your skeletal hand

in mine, and through that embrace

tried to let you know that

I was there that you could

use me could

take of my energy and strength

my serenity and resignation

whatever you might need

unexpectedly

I lost myself in

being there for you

and I was freed

and then

you died