Why Can't I Think of Titles? :(

All Eyes, No Legs (temporary title)

For three days, I watched
as your body went through
different stages,
but remained
in the same position:
on the couch,
waiting.

You've been in a permanent
state of waiting
for ten years,

unsure
of how familiar
your family was

and if that uncertainty
would bring everyone together,
or leave them apart,
on their own
separate continents
of rationale.

For ten years, I watched
you search for sorrows
in the heat of
alcohol
and tears -
both of which
weren't yours to claim.

you were the property of fear,
addiction,
and unpaid hospital bills -
masks so thick
that I wondered how
you kept your head so high
with your guard so low.

Ten years have
struck down.
You've been immobilized,
stripped down
to the very bone
of your existence,
but I know
if your body could do
half as much as your eyes,
you'd be okay.

Your tears always have
run faster
than your paralyzed legs.