Today,
They said there was hope.
They checked your heart with a beeping machine and watched it pound on the screen.

Today,
You smiled.
I joked you looked like you had mouth gear on with the tube down your throat.

Today,
I cried.
I feel you slipping and while I want to believe that you'll come back to us, you are already being taken.

I fear that tomorrow won't come for you, for us. Our lives together will diverge.

I only hope to join you again.