Connections

Water drips
from darkened clouds
looking for rivers
to return home.
While

Saltwater seeps
through a lifeline
seeking a vein
to call home.
While

Silent tears spill
from my heart
searching for hope
you'll come home.
While all the while

You lay connected
to leads and monitors,
catheters and feeding tubes.
Your blank eyes turn
to me when I speak,
flat eyes close in weariness.
Your voice gone silent.
But one hand still reaches out,
to fidget with your gown,
the sheets, grasp my hand,
and not let go.
It is your connection,
your voice, your heart.
And so I stand for hours
holding your hand
letting your heart
speak to mine
in your world of silence
where the water drips.