Laying in the recovery room,
Bleary from the pain
"It's an 8.5!"
And waiting,
For the medication to drip in
I lay alone in the bed,
Pump on my arm,
Weights on my legs,
And a tube blowing warm air
Under the thin hospital blanket
I looked to the gap in the curtain,
And imagined you walk in,
A smile on your face, so certain
Like being there was where you'd always been
And your eyes lit up when you saw me,
And you said to me, "let's take you home"
But I was blind and it was hard to breathe
Thinking, would you have come, if you'd known?