All those words he could not say,
slipped in when they were far away.
Knelt beside their drooping heads,
held each hand across the bed.
Told stories that would make them laugh,
his deft tricks would bemuse the cat.
Spoke of stars, the sun and moon,
through shadows cast across the room
Sometimes in the gloomy night,
eyes would open voice would sigh.
A hand would reach to touch his cheek,
then turning over stayed asleep.
When he returned to lie in bed
he tried to think of what he’d said.
He never could remember much,
so long the night, so light the touch.