Today you took a life. Your own.
Not literally but figuratively.
I grieve not for you but for myself.
For limited calls.
Shared meals dispensed from vending machines.
A single hug lasting only five seconds.
You said, “I love you, sis.”
What I really want is for you to love yourself.
Not as the convict you believe yourself to be.
But as the man I know you are.
So I am here waiting for your life to begin again.
Continuing to believe, unlike you, that transformation is possible.
Always possible until the end when your life is no more.