The hospital room as desolate as

A classroom during summertime

He looked back to 

The fall

In this room she used to lay

Her smile blinding

Masking the fear

And burning in the wind

He though someday she would leave

On two feet

Striding over the rubber tiles

Waving goodbye to the years

Now the flowers wither a little

Like tulips on a tombstone

Just comfort for imminence

What good were they really?

With no recipient

The cards look lonely

Uttering impossibles

She could never "get well soon"

The warmth is gone from the room

The bed is made too well

He thinks the winter's breath

Might freeze him