‘Hello?’
I can see, with the sight you have given me, your earnest eyes focused on mine, hopeful, desperate, yearning for the life that is here but that you cannot see.
‘Can you hear me?’
I can’t show you that I can.
I see your eyes glisten as the hope leaves them vacant. You stand, your face leaving my view.
‘Please…’
I feel the drop on my head, and the salt…
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