with every hour of sleep I lose
there was the memory to choose
and thought you’re awake inside those walls
since you regained consciousness that fall
to think she’s awake in the room
speechless and gone to soon
a tear to shed
in the air bed
for her children, who live with fear
of losing ourselves, like we did that year

The night you would come home in pain
moaning for tylenol and scolding the rain
and all those years seem to fade
I’d give tomorrow for that decent trade
and the current that pulls us away
my only hope is to hear you say
that you’re sorry you couldn’t stay
but what we had was yesterday