7 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 ~ dnf

six...

Six days...

Just another day of our life.
It seemed so simple,
yet it was so much more wimble.
As all the hours we spend together,
seem to fall like a feather.
Costing us more than a dime
and the minutes seem to pass us by,
like the blink of an eye.

Dream and I,
went to the lake today.
He tried to swim.
and for awhile,
he did.
But he's not as strong as he once was
and he sat on the dock just because
he could not swim as well as he used too.

He's frail and his bones are weak.
His immune system isn't working as it should
and it's hard for him to function properly.
Dream's slowly dying.
Everyday brings him one step closer
to falling completely apart
and his condition isn't getting any better.
He's practically living on his death bed.
One slip up and everything he's lived for,
soon becomes nothing.

So when he could no longer push
against the current of the water
and his arms grew tired
and weak,
he'd settle on the dock.
And when I asked him if he was okay,
he said he was doing
just as any other day.

I know he thinks I don't know
that he is dying.
But I know damn well
that he's not okay
and that he is lying
when he tells me,
he's doing just as any other day.

I stay in the water by myself.
Dream sits on the dock,
and observes everything else.
When I couldn't bear even a minute
away from him,
I sit on the dock with him
when he reaches his limit.
But I wish he could've swam longer.
I wish he could've been stronger,
I wish he could've splashed me with the water,
I wish we could've enjoyed this moment,
for a little bit longer.

And if I had known
that he would get worn out this easily,
I would have never offered
for us to go here in the first place so speedily.

Dream's eyes
are green like a jade gemstone.
Pouring all his emotions
and words,
into one glance.
A single look into his eyes lets me know
everything I need to.

He fell naturally into my arms,
like a flower to the sun.
And there's so much we don't know,
yet so little we've yet to experience.

And I want to experience more with him.
I want to go just about everywhere
with him.
I want to see the world
together.
And I want us to take pictures
for this to last forever
but will it ever?

They said
he only has seven days.
Seven days,
left to live.
And seven days,
just doesn't seem
like enough.

I keep repeating this
but I still can't seem to comprehend
that he only has seven days,
left to live.

If I could
and if I had more to spare,
and if I was able
to give him some extra life to lend,
oh dear,
you know I would.
And we'd have more time to spend.

He was the one
I wanted most to stay.
But time could not
be kept at bay.
The more it goes,
the more it's gone,
the more it takes away,
the more I wish he were here to stay.

We sit next to one another.
Shoulder to shoulder,
he seems to get colder.
As his bare chest drips with salty lake water,
he's trembling
and his lips are quivering.
They're painted a light shade of blue
as they're losing their pink hue.

And I look into his eyes.
He's hurting
still,
so much.
I want to take that away
but like the coming of the seasons,
he is not
here to stay.

"Are you okay,
darling?"
I ask.

Dream nods,
and puts on a smile
and of course,
it was full
of denial.

I don't know why he tries to hide
how he is feeling
from me.
Because I already know.
And I already know
that he is freezing like snow.

"You're trembling, you need to put your shirt back on." I tell him.