As life turns on its head,

roles reverse overnight.

Years that passed unnoticed,

suddenly thrown into sharp relief.

In this, our new reality, I sustain her,

as she has sustained me:

enduringly, consistently, patiently,

for over half my lifetime now.

And as I hand her the bags,

her interface with the outside world,

I wonder:

Am I keeping her alive,

or am I handing her death?