It’s 2 AM, and here I stay,
Lost in photos, lost in yesterday.
Your laughter echoes in every frame,
A glimpse of the past, untouched by change
You’d steal my phone, grinning wide,
Snapping pictures I never realized.
Pictures of me, of you, of us—
Little souvenirs of trust.
I miss your teasing, the way you’d play,
Turning long shifts into something less gray.
I miss our secret retreat,
Feigning tasks just to rest our feet.
I miss the hospital halls we used to roam,
The way you made each shift feel home.
How you stood by me in the OR light,
A silent anchor through the night.
It's 2 in the morning, and yet here I am, looking through some old photographs of yours—the ones you took when we were still in clerkship. I remember how you would always sneak to get my phone and take pictures of me sleeping, of yourself, and of basically everyone, given that you knew my password.
I miss how you used to tease me. I miss having duties with you. I miss our clerkship days, when we would sneak around and pretend to be busy just so we could have some free time to relax for a bit. The walks around the hospital just to pass the time. I miss how you accompanied me in my ORs, how supportive you were, and how you always took my pictures, how you'll always bring me food.
Missing you extra today :(. Just remembering some of our memories that I'll forever cherish. It's lonely not having you here. I'll see you soon
