It is another bright day. The sun couldn’t get in the room though. The curtain’s always down. I make a mental note to bring you outside once you could. You’re gonna love it.
It’s another bright day. Yet the same room. The same white boring wall. The same sickening smell.
It’s another bright day. Yet you’re still lying there. With that IV pinned to your arms. With all the machine around you beeping the same constant sound.
It’s another bright day. Yet i’m still here. Holding your hand. Telling you about my day. Stroking your hair. Wishing and hoping and praying that you finally open your eyes. And start making a joke about how bad I look with all the tears.
It’s another bright day. And you always love summer. I hated it, though. How could you be the one in a comma and i’m the one who sits here is just not fair.