My hand
is on your shoulder
less you fall, and I
care for every step you make
Darling which is why
closing my eyes
every night
might be, the last time
I ever see your pretty face
or from my bed I climb
for one day
who knows when that is
I fail to raise my head
the day you’ll know, but I won’t
that I am sadly dead
Rex Tyler is a Poet, Campaigner, former owner of an organic shop of 30 years, and Public Speaker living in Berkhamsted, UK.