Blue Sweater

I think sometimes you are still here:
Sitting in that tan chair covered in plastic;
Your smile glistening in the light;
Bold bright blue eyes
illuminating the darkest of times.
Indigo veins threaded through,
Your hand is wrinkled and paper thin
For me to hold onto.
Eyes the color of the ocean,
Blue like your sweater,
Frayed and fragile
But it never bothered you.
Your strength and endurance keep me afloat.
Our bond is never-ending
And your memory will forever be eternal.