Waiting to wake
there you lie,
in the center of a whirlpool,
of what was yesterday; now;
what is tomorrow.
You know not our confusion,
nor us...yours.
Perhaps not knowing where you might end,
or where you should begin.
Not knowing if you understand.
Not knowing if you remember or what you forget.
While we have all waited with baited breath for a flicker of light,
for you to let us know somehow you are with us,
you have been clawing and fighting your way back from deaths grip,
our prayers somehow winning our will for you,
for what we want,
who we love so much,
to be delivered and returned to us.
The bed is cold and empty.
Where we have lain arm in arm and shared our dark secrets,
it is just a surface to lie down my head now.
My shoulders are chilly.
You are not whispering, asking if im cold,
and pulling me closer while tucking covers around my chin.
You are not here, chattering on about some silly subject,
me begging you to shush for the night
while putting you to sleep with soft strokes up and down your back.
The joy of christmas, is close now,
but still like the distant barking of dogs.
There is half of me there with you,
in that bed and gone from here.
Wishing i could be fighting side by side with you,
making it easier,
lessening your pain,
and bringing you back home.
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