The Space In-Between

I watched him gag on words searching... as each syllable became garbled. Like the images floating in faraway corners of eyes, filled with unshed tears; And every so often, there would be a glimmer of a smile, a little lost shadow, that joyfully danced across the emptiness, as if just awoken from a dream. It was so hard to watch darkness then, stagger forward to envelop him, over and over. For he was once intellectually vibrant, stuffed full of life... as teddy bear gentlemen ought to be; Until I realized sadly, that all too soon the dense white cotton stuffing-- would be all that remained. From the inside out, poking resolutely-- through all the in-between spaces; Leaving his body void of nothing-- but memory and all its beloved-- emotion...