I know it’s selfish ... but I wish you spent six weeks in a hospital bed. I wish that I could have spent seven fifty on parking slips every day for those six weeks Just to say goodbye, properly.
I wish that hospital smell grew familiar in my nostrils. that I could walk the route with my eyes closed to room whateveritis and sit in a familiar chair, slowly watching,
waiting,
for you to die.
I wish you had a nice view out your window
one filled with trees, one that birds flew in front of regularly because you loved watching them.
I wish I didn’t leave you drinking merrily with friends joking about everything because I wanted to spend your last moments by your side.
I wish I could have observed your strength
slowly fading
as your smile was quick to appear.
I wish we could have talked once more would have done although I wish that conversation could last forever.
I wish you could have ******* about hospital food like you did when you were sick before, and I wish we could have laughed about it. wish we could have joked about sneaking beer into the hospital.
I wish the beeping of hospital things drove away silence.
I wish we could have stared at the ground as we discussed life, death and other important things.
I would have wished
that it wouldn’t have been awkward but we would have known what to do with your ashes...
Instead of leaving them on top of your sound system and never looking at them.
I wish you were able to stand with us today instead of swimming in a pool of regret, instead of somewhere else.