Keep The Night

His blue eyes are closed in pain as he tries to deal with his injuries.
I look on helplessly, unable to tear myself away and wishing I could do something, anything, to make his suffering end.
His jaw works, trying not to cry out, but I hear him anyway.
Every silent wince and gasp shred through my heart and I want to soothe his brow with my fingers, sending magic to heal the physical wounds, but I can't.
All I can do is stare into his haunted gaze whenever his eyes open, either because unexpected pain shot through him or because of a moment of relief.
His skin is warm, smooth, and soft to my touch as I stroke his cheek, feeling inadequate and comforted at the same time.
He's trusting me to keep him safe in his time of weakness - to stay, not turn away, even if I can't do anything but breathe my love to him as he endures the agony his body must undergo.
So, I watch, wishing I could do more and glad I'm the one here doing nothing for him.
If for no other reason than that I know I can trust him to keep the night for me when I'm the one suffering.


Garnet Leiah Hyneman
Thursday, December 06, 2001 10:51:44 PM

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