Memory

While the doctors counted days,

I held faintly onto faith.

Shut, since the day your eyes closed,

Your hands I’ve felt, have never been so cold.

I kept pacing down endless halls,

Heard your voice echo through walls, 

You only kept whispering my name,

Seeking you out was now our new game.

Wild White Orchids within white sterile walls,

Will you be leaving me when the last petal falls?

Somehow I felt that you were attached.

So, I kept changing the flowers in the vase.

I prayed and begged and a miracle did unfold,

From the silence “Who are you?" your whisper broke.

And as I stared longingly into your eyes,

I saw that me, you could not recognize.

You are indeed my fondest memory,

But now to you I am a mere nobody.

How it pains to see you laugh and smile,

And how it pains to not be a part of your life.

I blame myself for your present situation,

So I’ve decided to leave without hesitation.

But if you ever do regain the years that we have lost,

This letter, I hope would have served its cause.