I lie beside him in the bed and feel his breathing slow his years and gray still bright mine fading as the night Until his morning hand reaches and I’m gone nothing will have changed his mind at rest my body too Just a short walk an errand really yes, an errand Out the door down the stairs Why was it I left the bed? If I think only this well now and worse with time how can any other walk be love? It’s kinder now before the worst with sense to act his courage strong Del Mar Street still too close a few more blocks then stand and wait Can’t quite remember why I came or exactly where I am only that it’s time Those headlights yes, it’s time two quick steps the lights of home