I winced at his feeble frame. The once sturdy man declined rapidly; hunched, incapable of standing straight. The loss of fat pronounced the sockets of his eyes. He managed a smile. His once perfect teeth looked like Chiclets, too large for his drawn face. It was a sad smile. Although the hospice staff tended to his every need, they could not provide his one wish. All he wanted was to be held and hear sweet nothings. But, his true love belonged to another. I momentarily longed to fulfill his dying wish, but it was not my place.
He died alone.