98 pounds

He didn't even open his eyes as my tear fell silently on his sleeve, making the royal blue an even darker hue.  I lifted the shell of his frame to put my arm underneath him as Carly and I climbed into his bed.  There are no responses anymore.  Our moments together are one-sided, for just me.  He doesn't know I'm there, but I do.  I can still love on him, hold his hand, kiss his forehead.  Like his mind, his body is now simply wasting away. 98 pounds.  I don't know what to think, what to feel, except sadness.  Such deep sadness.