It’s late.  

I take a deep breath.  

In this quiet moment I let the tears flow.

I prefer to cry alone. 

I’m authentic in this moment.

The fear is real.

The moment is surreal.

I feel gratitude for the moments I have left.

“One breath at a time”  I say when it’s just us.  

A reminder to us both.

I play music, we stare at the TV show.  

I can’t do the quiet with her.

The thin thread holding me together will snap.

I will come undone.

At night I welcome the quiet.

The quiet welcomes my sobs.

It understands.

In the quiet I am safe to let go.