They say you've gone away from me
But I can feel you when you breathe

Yes this could be it
Final prose for a washed up lover
Harnessed pain
Night terrors
Paralyzed with memories
Of betrayal
Regret
So please hold me
But no matter
How much
I scream your name
You will not come back to me
I fear the worst
Is yet to come
Because you're still running
In my dreams

So this spells tragedy
Dually noted
Something off my chest
And into your heart
Now a digital voice murmuring
A synthesized plea
Love that spans highways
But only 79 miles an hour
The tattoo on the crease of your elbow
And are you okay?
I'm still wondering
As you let the smoke pour through the skylight
Nothing else mattered to me

I'm crying picturing your broken heart

Such a shameful waste of love
So goodnight

It's past 9 o'clock now
So I know you should be asleep
The nurse
Passed through for her rounds
The machines
Humming and murmuring
With an electric glow
I walk through the corridors
To your place of rest
Last one on the left
Your eyes are closed
As I enter the room
You smile, weakly
My eyes
Filled with grief
Deciding whether to tell you
How many hours I cried
Alone in the shower
In our bed
Without your warmth
So I sit with you for a while
Until you drift away
I'll be here
I'll help answer all the questions
And I hear you say
You think they'll let you go home tomorrow
But my love
You've never left home

My care for you will never go away
It is engrained
Carved into my skin
Intricate
Invisible
Confident
Excruciating
Pumped through body and mind
You were always safe
You were always loved