Your fingers are still. I wonder if they will return my touch.
They are hardened by age. I wonder if you can still feel. If. The operation was a success or not.
The rain starts and begins to come into the room. I should get up and close the window, but what happens if you reach out and I am not there.
I let the rain fall where it falls.
Your fingers are warm. Your eyes are closed. I hope that in your dreams you are young again, carefree, before time brought us here.
They are hardened by age. I wonder if you can still feel. If. The operation was a success or not.
The rain starts and begins to come into the room. I should get up and close the window, but what happens if you reach out and I am not there.
I let the rain fall where it falls.
Your fingers are warm. Your eyes are closed. I hope that in your dreams you are young again, carefree, before time brought us here.
