Sunday, August 7, 2011

I can't go more than a few minutes

without thinking about you.
I am so worried, I am so afraid.

I am purely terrified.

I've seen the pain,
the laboring breaths,
the strength to put on a smile.
The stoic face put on when they run another test.
You're exhausted.
Your body does what little it can,
and the doctors do the rest.

I've been cut off from you.
No visitors. Sedation.
What I wouldn't give for a text.
To get a call and hear you speak.
To know you're going to be OK.

I want to be with you.
I want to be there for you.
I want to be holding your hand through every procedure and every moment you're given news.
I miss you and I need you.
I need you to get better.

Fight the good fight. You're such a champ. I love you so, so much.

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