there she would lay
every minute of every day
a soft pink light on the lids of her eyes
surrounding her, family animated by their cries
the white room she stayed in was quiet and dim
but in the east corner, you’d always find him
his face sallow and pale in the dark chilled room
his cheeks soaked from tears streaming doom
her coma was deep; he lingered around
his love traveled deeper than sickness could drown
for months he remained, so strong and so sure
that she would awaken and she would be cured
his life like a cyclone since her view turned black
waiting while knowing she would be back
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