It's past 9 o'clock now
So I know you should be asleep
The nurse
Passed through for her rounds
The machines
Humming and murmuring
With an electric glow
I walk through the corridors
To your place of rest
Last one on the left
Your eyes are closed
As I enter the room
You smile, weakly
My eyes
Filled with grief
Deciding whether to tell you
How many hours I cried
Alone in the shower
In our bed
Without your warmth
So I sit with you for a while
Until you drift away
I'll be here
I'll help answer all the questions
And I hear you say
You think they'll let you go home tomorrow
But my love
You've never left home