My laptop has longer days than I do When I was a nursing assistant, I let my heart break for the woman crying over her late husband Her husband died three years ago, but she only found out while I got her dressed She’ll find out again tomorrow when someone else gets her up and she asks where he is I did my clinical practice on the Alzheimer’s unit At 3:17, Ingrid will stop asking me who I am, and where she is She will thank me by name for getting her dressed She’ll apologize for refusing to eat her breakfast She doesn’t know what got into her
My computer is watching me cry in my college bedroom It is telling me to stop asking for permission It is giving me advice I will continue to ignore I have to make a decision I can pull up my homework or an Ed Sheeran song My computer recommends a playlist based on my location It’s music from home. My computer’s heart broke for the woman crying in an office chair over something she can’t remember.
For the sake of privacy, this was not a real person or scenario but a generalized situation that I saw and learned about.