Come to me
Ill hug you tight
Ill wipe your tears
Tell you all will be all right
You look up
I wish you would smile
It would make my work
Feel worthwhile
You make me want to
Make you happy
But I can’t feel
That it’s a possibility
I cry inside
Because you are sad
I just remind you of the good times
The good times they had
Yet even I
Can’t remember
The good times gone
Left to one last glowing ember
All burnt up
In the fire of illness
Now in a hospital bed
Imminent stillness
Except the rise and fall
Of her chest
Through her breathing tubes
She cannot protest
We talk to her
Yet she doesn’t recognise you
She doesn’t know of your relationship
It now can’t be renewed
Come to me
Ill hug you tight
Ill wipe your tears
I wish it would be all right
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