What I Miss the Most


You are sick
You are lying in your hospital bed,
Which I have sat on enough times to remember the feel
But your bed was not in the hospital,
It is in our living room,
Because you wanted to be at home

You are so sick, you cannot leave this bed
A place so comforting, yet unsettling,
Because you know it will be hard to ever leave it
I remember when I would brush your hair
And you'd cry when I put it into a ponytail,
Because you were tired of seeing it all fall out

I remember brushing your hair,
And I wish I never acted like it was a burden
I can still feel the dryness,
How brittle and weak your hair was,
Much like your skin, in which you were too weak to bathe

Yet you still struggled to keep my tears from falling,
You, in your weakened state, are the most caring and loving of all,
Because you realized you won't be here forever
And I realize how much I love your smell,
And your smile, and saying I love you, and brushing your hair,
Because now, it's what I miss the most

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