In sterile halls where shadows creep,
A heartbeats’ rhythm, soft yet deep.
The beeping monitors, a haunting song,
Each pulse a reminder of what feels wrong.

I sit by the bed, your hand in mine,
The world outside fades, lost in time.
Your eyes, once bright, now weary and dim,
And I grasp at hope, though the light seems slim.

I wish for the power to heal, to mend,
To chase away pain, to be your best friend.
But all I can do is whisper and pray,
As I watch helplessly day after day.

The flowers I bring, though vibrant and fair,
Can’t capture the love that I long to share.
I yearn for your laughter, your smile, your grace,
Yet here in this silence, there’s only this space.

I think of the moments we laughed until tears,
Of dreams we had woven through all of our years.
Now the weight of this worry, it pulls at my chest,
As I long for your spirit to find its sweet rest.

But still, I hold on, through the night’s endless fight,
For love is a beacon, a flickering light.
So I’ll stay by your side, though the road feels so long,
In the depths of this struggle, our hearts will stay strong.

For in every breath, in each tender sigh,
I’ll carry your strength as the days wander by.
And when you awaken, with hope shining through,
We’ll forge a new path, just me and you.