Steps. One, two three.
I peer into the room
but I hate what I see.
I feel a cloud of gloom, looming o'er me.
Shaking, trembling, yet completely still.
I run outside, brushing away my tears,
nothing can soothe me, no one will.
It's then that I realize, here lies my biggest fear.
Time. One week, two weeks.
Someone explain to me how this is fair.
Promises I can't seem to keep,
All I can do it sit and stare.
We leave, but we come right back.
He lies there dying,
exhausted from the sleep I'm lacking,
as I stand there crying.
Love, someone that was left behind