As he walks her down the hallway in the hospital, he thinks of all the ways he could have been better. He thinks of all the ways he could have made life easier
He thinks of all the ways he could have treated her
How he always said he needed her
And yet the only time she saw it was in his sleep
When he was in trouble too deep
For even her to comprehend
He thinks he feels remorse
However he’s never tried to apologize
He’s never actually lied; just never admitted to the consequences of truth. She is there because of him
Because of his sudden drinking whim
Because of the bruises down her face
Because only now does her disgrace
Come on the radar in his eyes
Whatever happens now
Is different from how it could have been
If not for the sudden drinking whim