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i feel as though i could sleep forever

as though my life has stopped, suspended, frozen in time

i catch a glimpse in the mirror over the small sink, and wonder who that is, looking back at me…she looks so old

we’ve been in this room, 4680 in the intensive care wing, for a month now…or is it two?

i was anxious to get here at first, then impatient with our progress…now achingly accepting of our plight

your plight…i am free to wander, but these off white walls and rhythmic machines hold you within

i sigh…not in resignation or exhaustion, i sigh as one with you, my lingering son

we sigh as one, as this day ends and another dawns…as your eyes close and our dreaming begins

©️2019