An infection in the brain.
This was not supposed to happen.
None of this was supposed to happen.
A standing date.
I wait for five o clock.
I get there and the process begins.
Wait in line
Get a pass
Walk to ICU
Wait to see if ICU will let me in
Get into ICU
Wait to see if you are available
Go into your room
Tommy
I hold your hand
I talk to others
Things to remember
Things to know
I look into your eyes
I tell you that you're doing great
I kiss your hand
I wait
To be alone with you
I undo your restraints
You kiss me - I kiss you
I tell you things
You are ok
I look into your eye
I love you
I'm so lucky that I met you
You are the best thing that has ever happened to me
I hold your hand
I tell you everything is alright
You are healing
This is temporary
I love you
Until you fall asleep
And you look at me with your one big open eye.
Or you write me strange poetry.
The beginning of one idea - the end of another.
I keep these pieces of paper close to me.
Sometimes at work I study your bank photo ID.
I lifted it from your wallet. Sorry.
It's mine now.
I try to read your lips. I try to comfort you.
You comfort me.
You touch my face. You try to put your finger up my nose.
It was probably glitter. There is always glitter on my nose from my work.
There are a lot of wires at my work. I get aound them to style my merchandise.
There are a lot of wires at the hospital, too.
Brain infection.
As it turns out - metal doesn't respond to antibiotics.
Metal.
I want it out.
I met you on a weird day.
Eyes.
Yours are so beautiful.
Arms. Your arms.
You know what's happened to me - what has happend to you?
This was not what I expected.
This was exactly what was expected.
I knew.
You knew.
Shocking - wrong - devastating.
Understood - accepted - prepared for.
We talked about this. We talked about this alot.
We talked about this too much.
You meant to protect me.
Get home safely.
Get home safely.
Bacteria.
Battery.
A well lit alley. The way people manage through.
You laugh.
You smile.
You smiled tonight.
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