As you lay, alive and dead,
I wonder, ponder, and weep
Over the destruction of our dream
I stand close by, watching you
As you sleep without waking
The result of a loving relationship
Lying a few feet away in another bed
Clean, sterile, orderly
The very image of medical efficiency
How did I fail you?
Will I ever hear that sweet voice again?
Alone, but for the sympathy,
I wander the world
Searching for new truths
Praying for a cure
Hoping for answers
Longing for my lost love
Denial, they whisper, as i continue my quest
Guilt, they murmur, as I walk the esoteric pathways
Dead, they say, when I ask how love is
I continue to trod the unknown track
Relentless, driven, losing a sense of self
Close on my heels
Walking the waking dream
I pursue that which eludes my grasp
Forever reaching out, never catching
That which one careless man
Stole from my heart
As mother and daughter
Wife and child
Lay in cold, sterile rooms
Out of reach, but close enough to touch
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