The grey puddles splash against the falling drops of the shallow sky.
I can feel the clouds grow closer to my ears as the the thunder seeps in through every pore on my cheeks.

The cars push each others tires along and Ive always hated traffic but my mind is hoping for a stand still.

I know that when I get to you I will have to climb through the labyrinth of tubes and wires to find your soul still fighting, mute out the beeping of the machine that is pushing life into your flooded lungs.

My giant of life, the stonewall of my heart.

I never knew they made hospital gowns big enough for you.