These memories that we salvage become part of us. Being stronger and jaded, all at the same time. Where's the sense in that?? Where's the sense in goodbye when all began with hello. One word I sometimes wished I never said. But then I wouldn't be here today to bask in the glory of what's left. There should be a warning on some people. "Beware." One word that I would probably have ignored anyway. Where's the sense in that?? The heart overrides the head and I liked it. For a while. Where's the sense in that?? Now that I'm stronger and jaded at the same time, I've learned. Sense doesn't have a place here. Where's the sense in that??
I know how this should be: I've seen it, you see, In soap operas, Movies. Your eyes are closed, As if in sleep. Perfect peachy skin Atop a snow white pillow Under flawlessly matched sheets. The heart monitor, Quiet bleeps. The ventilator, A steady hiss. None of that is this. Your eyes Stuck open Seeing without sight Yellow sclera Dumb tears streaming. Tubes, taped to your face Delicate skin torn Where nurses Repositioned them To feed you To heal you You never liked being told What to do. Your whole torso spasms Spastic, Every 40 seconds. A machine Forces your lungs to act. Your hands are warm From hemodialysis But don't respond When we each grab one Give it a kiss. We spend the day Brushing your hair Telling stories Singing songs. Praying prayers. You're not there. Hospital staff Are more lovely If less pretty Than on TV. When the time comes They gently walk us From the room Close the curtai...
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