Dots,
I try to picture you…
But it is blurred
Not only because of my tears
But also because I have never seen you
Except for in pictures.
You always know when something is bothering me,
Even when I try to hide it,
And I say I hate that you do
But it’s a lie.
Now I wish you would ask me again
Just so I could talk to you,
And know that you’re at least OK.
I can’t picture you
Weak, and tired
Lying in a hospital bed
Surrounded by monitors
………..Dying.
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