I remember when that smile was just for me. I remember when you would laugh at my jokes, even when they weren't funny. Sometimes, just standing back and watching you like this makes me want to cry, but I really don’t think I can anymore. The tears just won’t come out, now. Sometimes, when you sleep, I still watch over you. I listen to you breathe, finding solace in the sound. You’re alive and well, resting comfortably. Sometimes, I forget that when I try to place a kiss on your forehead as you rest. Sometimes I wonder if you even feel it. I don’t even breathe anymore.