He follows me
like a lost child
alone in the world
in need of a friend
Sometimes his eyes
reveal the man
sick and dying
but a man nonetheless
He tells me
he won’t be here
much longer
All those years
of indulgence
have finally
caught up with him
although it doesn’t show
on the outside
He wanders alone
in a sterile environment
and he dies
a little more each day
he looks for me often
For the first time
I know
he thinks he has found
a reason to live
My heart aches for him
because I know
I am only there
to help him die with dignity
If there is such a thing.