And it came to me then, that every plan is a tiny prayer to Father Time..
As I stared at my shoes, in the ICU, that reeked of piss and 409.
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I’ve already taken too much today, as each descending peak on the LCD took you a little farther away from me.
Away from me.
Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines, in a place where we only say goodbye, it stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds.
And I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose, than to have never lain beside at all.
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground, as the TV entertained itself.
‘Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room; ‘just nervous pacers bracing for bad news.
And then the nurse comes ‘round and everyone lifts their heads.
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said: that love is watching someone die.
So who’s gonna watch you die? ...