Assuming. . . . . .

I assume, she still must be hanging on

Hasn’t been called home

With your thoughts

You sit alone

Through the night

Till first break of light. . . . .

And then it starts all over again

Cool early morning breeze

Rustle through the leaves

Ducks on the pond

Seldom get along.

I assume, you anticipate another long stressful day

In the ICU maybe today

With your thoughts

You sit alone

Through all the day

Wishing good memories will stay

Lingering till someone comes to say. . . . . . . .

A hot sunny day has come your way

How long will it stay?

Birds of a feather

Flock together

I assume the worse

I should be praying

But it’s hard to pray for a miracle

When you need a million to come your way

With no guarantees that even one will stay

So you get up with your plastic smile

Maybe you’ll only have to be the strong one for a little while

Star filled night sky

Maybe a meteorite will fly by

Or even a comet

I’ll hold up your hand so you can grab its tail and wave goodbye.

Assuming - you can fly.

I don’t have to assume you know how to cry.

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