The hand that held your hand to help you cross the street....you now feel it weak, cold, wrinkled, bruised.
The arm that held you tight when you were scared ....you now feel it weakened, drained, pale, fragile.
The face that smiled at you whenever you looked at it.....you see it covered in masks, tubes, paled.
You stand strong and take decisions that must be taken because only you can....only you should. You comfort everyone else, you maintain composure.
But when everyone leaves and you're on your own, it's so hard to not break down and yearn to be that kid in those arms again.
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