happy as can be,
smiling in the picture,
always looking back at me.
2 weeks later-
a phone call,
a call that changed us forever.
“ICU” they said,
that can’t be good.
a few days go by,
you don’t look any better.
"It's getting worse" they said,
"It's getting worse" they said,
frustrating not to see you,
always looking back at me.
did you hear me talking to you now?
you will say “Every word.” when I meet
you at The Gates.
because I know from up there,
you’re always looking back at me.
you’re always looking back at me.
sometimes I just need a smile,
to know it's all okay, from you,
always looking back at me.
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