The screams I hear, for I thought you needed me while you laid there unable to hold your own weight.
Numb to some extent, no veins in play.
How hard was it to lay so helpless?
I cried invisible for I was guilty.
Guilty to be lost in moving on, when you were squeezed to the little you, weakened in the beeps of machineries over you.
The tubes that were piercing your skin, into the tracts and you laid there pinned, still trying to gasp.
That tragedy, which was a dent to your heart more than that hypoxic brain.
For the girl, I could never be, was washed away with the toxins they filled your lines with, to keep you alive.
She must be tensed or so but I'll never judge.
She was your love and lucky would she be, I always thought, to be the one, chosen to be wrapped in the soul of yours. 7 years were never that small to not break you when she was gone.vanished.!!
Vanished, when I felt I must be there to hold your spine.
To see you walk, just like you did when I fell for you.
She was right there but not.
You missed only her anyway.
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