The air is cold and sterile.

The sheets are crisp and white.

I watch you twitch and dream,

In the dim fluorescence light.

 

Never before have we been here,

At least never for you.

I grip your hand and try to be strong,

Although I know not what to do.

 

My mind is running wild.

My stomach is in knots.

It's probably nothing serious.

So I try to quiet my thoughts.

 

Some days I really hate you.

You can really piss me off.

But my heart shatters every time

I even hear you cough.

 

I could never stand to lose you,

To not have you by my side.

I hope and pray every day

That our deaths do coincide.

 

I tenderly kiss your forehead

And whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

Side by side hand in hand

Through everything, my dear.