The patter of raindrops against the
glass. The lights and your eyes
reflected in the pain.
A sad smile floats across your trembling lips.
The sounds of wind chimes in the night
breeze and the stereo
now silent.
A witness.
Colours flash, more vibrant, more
colour than they had been and
have been.
I am contented, happy, fully alive, fully aware
of what i have done/ had to do.
The gentleness of it all.
Your features so soft, i could
mend them if I had the time.
It will not be long now
and I too
shall be at rest.
Agitation of hands. Strength of words. 
i sense some bravery here.
Or some miss-sightedness…..