“They say that sooner or later
I’m going to have to accept it
and let you go. But no matter
how hard I try, I cannot let go
of your hand, and I cannot
give up on the thought
that one day you will wake up
and it will feel like no time
has passed at all. But these
months haven’t been on our side,
and I know you wouldn’t blame me
for cursing at this clock,
this calendar, this fucking
waiting room. And you know me
better than anyone, and
you know that I’m not going to
let go of you just because
your mind has. That’s what
drew you to me in the first place.
Do you remember? How I would
never give-up. How I would
keep coming back even when
you would tell me that you
were shutting all the lights off.
But this, this is different,
and I will keep coming back
for as long as your name is on
that clipboard, and visiting hours
are in session. So please, my love,
don’t hold this dedication
against me. Because I know
if I were the one in that hospital
gown, inside that sterile bed,
and bathing underneath
those uncomfortable white lights,
you would be doing
exactly what I am doing.”
- "I’ll keep holding on," - Colleen Brown
Published on March 24, 2014 12:22