there was a time when i held within my hand,
two converging episodes,
one i saw with my eyes appearing,
another relayed the mark of an ending.
they were both closely tied to who i was,
one relayed a blood knitted familiarity,
another one my heart felt reality.
and when in listening to one relay his frailty,
i heard another that broke inside me,
a silence that was deafening.
with my brother,
i heard a heart breaking to pieces,
and while his emotions were held,
with attentive listening,
i died alone,
holding on to what i received,
as i heard my own heart breaking.
in that moment,
as one held on to his dear life,
as so disappearing,
i knew the extent,
of feeling at lost,
for my own was,
at that point moving.
only the frail,
would live to tell,
of such a tale,
when placed in his hands,
that conjures up,
a need for silence,
as well as a thirst for dependence.
the convergence of two broken spaces,
is one i would truly remember
for it was one i held once.
Note: I tried to capture two converging realities that spoke about frailties, one was from a relative who was going through a torrid period as i listened intently to him and one was my own. I held on his pain while in that moment was dealing with mine as well. It was at that point of time numbing to say the least.