Cold Feet
I stopped my body before I entered. Deep breath in as Charlie pulled me closer with a squeeze.
At the end of the asile I noticed him. But not the way I remember him.
With his spirit gone there was no hug to say hello. No smile to signal all was fine.
No green eyes looking back at me whispering 'I love you' without saying words. As I placed my hand on his all I felt was coldness, no more tender warmth.