I've lost your laugh now
No idea what'll go next
What still clutches at me is the feel of your hand
Cold within mine, the knuckles knotted under the skin
The pillow I brought you forgotten behind you
As I forced myself to speak
The way your eyes stayed on the blanket
The shadows the blinds threw on the floor
The surreality of someone else's voice from your lips
Understanding the darkness that drew nearer still
No one wants the hospital pictures.
They want you hale and hearty, smiling up at them
I want that, too.
But this is what stays.
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