Visiting Hours

The windows are clean
The pillows are soft
The sheets are pristine
The TV is off

I miss you so much
Won’t you come around
We haven’t heard a whisper
We haven’t heard a sound

If can hear me
If you are awake
I came to see you
So you don’t forget

I don’t have a lot
But I brought you flowers
I’m only allowed
For visiting hours

The medicine is stronger
The treatments are longer
Than we could have dreamed

I know that you’re tired
And you don’t belong here
But I still believe

One day the doctor
Will tell us you’re better
And you’re ready to leave

But I will keep coming
And sitting beside you
Until you revive

The bed is adjusted
The magazines placed
My fingers are warm
On your quiet face

I miss you so much
I wish you were here
Just wanted to say
There is someone who cares


47 responses to “Visiting Hours

  1. That was beautiful. It made me cry.

    Trapped by this body
    My skin a prison
    This coma my sentence

    I wish I could tell you
    But my mouth won’t move

    I wish I could see you
    But my eyes won’t unclose

    I’d tell you I think of you
    All of the time
    And ask you to read me all of your rhymes

    But I can’t and I hope you understand
    This is not how I wanted all this to go

    Here I am unable to move
    You’re all I think about I hope you know
    So if I had one thing to say it’d be
    I love you, please don’t go

      • Nothing really ends like the movies do
        I never found the sunset to ride into
        Ends may have a period but–dot dot dot
        They can say it’s over but it’s not not not

        Nothing works as advertised on TV
        I never found a fat lady to sing to me
        Sentences are punctuated “dot dot dot”
        When you think it’s over but it’s not not not

        I never got tired enough to just give up
        I never was quite content to abandon a friend
        I never had peace to just turn and leave
        I never said goodbye and I can tell you why

        Life has got a timer on it–dot dot dot
        One day it will shatter but it’s not not not today


      • This is cute. πŸ™‚ In all of my favorite movies the main character or the main character’s lover always dies. :p

        I’m glad that is not always the case though. Sometimes in my heart I pretend that my life is a movie and resolve is not far away.

        I wonder who would play me in a movie?


      • I don’t think anyone would be quite adequate. You should probably play yourself! Stunt doubles are only for dangerous scenes. We want to see the real person in the close ups πŸ˜‰

  2. You have moved me to tears, you have caught the pain and the helplessness 0f the visitor and the visitee . I have been on both sides of that coin I hope you have not but by the depth of your insight I fear you have. A beautiful poem truly. May all be well with you.

    • Thank you. There is little I can imagine to compare to seeing the agony of someone you love and being helpless to prevent it. Sitting by and watching is a painful condition that they have no cure for. surely there are no words a poem could contain to scratch the surface of those deep emotions but still I am compelled to try

  3. It is you confined to the bed
    But in me these words left unsaid
    Are rendering me weak
    I think my heart has sprung a leak
    You may be almost gone
    But your sweet memory strongly remains
    And stabs me with brilliant pains
    I command you to come back
    I need you and that’s a fact

    Heart wrenching and a beautiful testimony to those teary eyed hospital visits and desperate hopes.
    May you and your loved one pull through!!!

  4. this is absolutely beautiful piece … make my tears fallen again, it reminds me of someone fighting for his life, I know the feeling that praying and hoping that everything would be fine but he died inspite we did our best …… hope everything about u is fine, God Bless…

  5. Another masterpiece. I love the part where you say that you’ll be waiting for them. That is love right there. I wanted to let you know that I nominated you for the Liebster Blog Award. You really do have a gift.

  6. A very beautiful poem of bedside devotion and caring. True commitment to this ill person is clearly expressed here without any pounding egos or self-interest! Congratulations on this fine poetic achievement!

  7. I was reminded of the last time I saw my mother alive after I visited her in the hospital and when she returned to her home. 4 years this Sunday he died. Thanks and God bless.

  8. Another wonderful example of your
    poetic artistry my wickedly fine friend πŸ™‚

    I hope that your week
    is being kind to you πŸ™‚


  9. My eyes are wet…From the sadness you must experience and the beautiful words you use to express your emotions. Thank you so much for sharing your heart.
    Hugs, xx

  10. warm salty tears
    an hour feels like years
    the heart heart heavy with hope
    but strangled with the rope
    of reality setting in
    there’s no smile, there’s no grin
    except in a memory afar
    that lives where you are

    stay strong
    thoughts and prayers are with you

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