Missing
I drive every day from the office. Through rush hour traffic across town and i make it here just in time to see you before those nurses turn me away. Some nights i don't make it in for a chat, but i see you through the window and i wave. I know you can't see it, but i wave anyway.
It's been almost a month now since you had the attack. Why you never told me you had it before i don't know. Arterio-Venous Malformation, or AVM for short, is a build up of blood in the brain. People can go their whole life without even knowing they have it. You had a seizure and fell from a ladder. Now you're a radish and have been for a month. They have no idea what to do, and neither do i. And i knew that you would be as beautiful as your are kicking when you're comatose.
You're so still, proped up in your bed like a stuffed doll. Your hair is perfectly in place. Dark tones of black mixed with a slightly purple-plum. Your eyes were closed by the nurse when you came in because when you fell you had your eyes open. You always knew what you were going in for, even when you didn't have a clue. But now when they're closed it just reminds me how closer to death you are. Part of me wants to get hit by a bus on my way out of this hospital just so i can beat you into death. So i can sit there at the finishing line laughing. I miss our little games. I miss you.
Your smell and your touch. Your gentle voice quivering in the air like a reed in the bush. Your fingertips running over my skin when we made love and your smile waking me up in the mornings. I miss you.
I play the records we used to share and the tears from them send me to sleep at night. It's the only thing that does. An image of you is plastered on the inside of my eyelids. Life without you is no life at all. So i rush over from the otherside of town everynight and i talk to you. I talk myself to sleep sometimes and those nurses wake me up and send me home. When will you come home with me?
It's been almost a month now since you had the attack. Why you never told me you had it before i don't know. Arterio-Venous Malformation, or AVM for short, is a build up of blood in the brain. People can go their whole life without even knowing they have it. You had a seizure and fell from a ladder. Now you're a radish and have been for a month. They have no idea what to do, and neither do i. And i knew that you would be as beautiful as your are kicking when you're comatose.
You're so still, proped up in your bed like a stuffed doll. Your hair is perfectly in place. Dark tones of black mixed with a slightly purple-plum. Your eyes were closed by the nurse when you came in because when you fell you had your eyes open. You always knew what you were going in for, even when you didn't have a clue. But now when they're closed it just reminds me how closer to death you are. Part of me wants to get hit by a bus on my way out of this hospital just so i can beat you into death. So i can sit there at the finishing line laughing. I miss our little games. I miss you.
Your smell and your touch. Your gentle voice quivering in the air like a reed in the bush. Your fingertips running over my skin when we made love and your smile waking me up in the mornings. I miss you.
I play the records we used to share and the tears from them send me to sleep at night. It's the only thing that does. An image of you is plastered on the inside of my eyelids. Life without you is no life at all. So i rush over from the otherside of town everynight and i talk to you. I talk myself to sleep sometimes and those nurses wake me up and send me home. When will you come home with me?
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