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Visiting Hours


Daylight creeps inside

Casting shadows

Of the damned machine

Reminds me why

I’m in this bed

The door creaks open

But it isn’t a nurse

She’s got a card in her hands

A fake smile on her lips

How am I?

I’m dying and it’s slow

But I say I’m okay

The card is on the table

Get well it says

Something I can’t do

But I smile for her sake

She misses me

And god I know she does

I don’t ask her

But I wonder how she’s dealing

Holds my hand

I can barely feel it today

We wait for an hour

Two then three

Then the nurse arrives

It’s time to let me sleep

And so she leaves

As daylight leaves inside

The End

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