He is frailty and he is strength.
His wings are delicate and virtually motionless, yet he is still.
He visits, reminding me that he is still here.
Maybe it's just for a moment;
only for a peek.
I see him and know that he's there.
I touch him and he is forever in my heart.
And I ask him to stay.
But he can't.
I let him go;
because I have no choice.
And I am forced to release him.
