The hospital
room's aglow
with sickly
yellow lights and
greenish hues

and your hands are folded
under your blanket
under your scratchy
hospital
blanket

and my forehead lives
on the metal bar
that keeps you
in your bed

and the yellow
trees are glowing
out the cement
window panes
where my sister
pinned a plastic
bow to hold back
my greasy bangs

I would live here
for eternity
if it meant
saving you
go to sleep
peacefully
and someday
I will too.