Pain unwrapped.

I sit here listening to the familiar sounds of the machines, they all have a purpose, to monitor you, to make sure you are ok

The sounds in the hospital are so familiar to me, they have not grown on me, the reason I am here, the way you look so lost again

I wish you could tell me what is on your mind, I would do any task i was given to hear you talk again

I know things would be so much easier, if you could just point to what hurts most, I see you try, but the movement is no longer there

I see the confusion in your eyes, I know you aren't sure, not only what's happening, but who am I in the scheme of thing, to you it is better you see me as a friend

The 15 years we spent married, has been stolen from your mind, I will keep these memories safe, I will show our daughter who you really are.