Popo

I sat down on the hospital bed beside popo. The time I feel most like I'm 33 not 23 is when I help her wear pampers before she goes to sleep. When I talk to her, I'm met with a blank stare peering out from her saggy diminished eyes. Unlike the guys with such quiet eyes, her eyes hinted tire and despondency but everything else about her is quiet and she doesn't talk to us a lot, much less tell. The building of an invisible wall between us and her has been accelerated from the last times I have seen her in the past year, so much that it takes us aback, literally. But I thank God for my strong family who though deeply distressed, are honest and encourages one another with actions and cheers up the mood with jokes, especially my younger brother who is at home. The lyrics below from Adele's song is one I resonate with when I think about popo now.

Hello from the other side
I must have called a thousand times
To tell you I'm sorry for everything that I've done
But when I call you never seem to be home
Hello from the outside
At least I can say that I've tried
To tell you I'm sorry for breaking your heart
But it don't matter, it clearly doesn't tear you apart
Anymore

Hello, how are you?
It's so typical of me to talk about myself, I'm sorry
I hope that you're well
Did you ever make it out of that town
Where nothing ever happened?

It's no secret that the both of us
Are running out of time