Frost began to form along
The windows
As the sun sang its song, it told the moon goodnight
And the sky fell dark.

The fluorescent-lit hallways became bleak
As the evening passed by.
I sat outside her room with my head in my hands
My entire body sank into the floor
And I tried to wipe my face dry.

I watched as shapes and shadows came
In and out of that bedroom door
Even still
I wasn’t ready to see what I came there for.

I gained the courage to stand, trying my best
And as I walked into the room I felt more tears
Roll down my face and past my neck way down to my chest.
She sat there with a glow just waiting for me, happy
As can be.

At the time
My hair was long and tangled
Reaching all the way down my back
Compiled into a knotted mess.
So I sat

And let her play the role she was so longing to play.
I told her I would stay. I removed a comb from her bedside drawer  

Just tell me if this hurts you, ok?
Okay. – as she ran the bristles
Through my mangled blonde strands.

Ironic, because she did not have much hair at all.

I let her stroke the back of my head with her wearied hands.
I stayed for a while,
Until the nurse came in and told me
It was time to leave.