I
hear the sound of the ticking clock in my head.
I hear his voice tell me it will be okay.
I feel my eyelids close over my dry, damaged eyes, and pain relief wash over
me.
I can't wait for the end of the day to come.
I will remember you always, even if
I don't really know who you are.
I don't see the beginning or the end, for you block my view with your crooked
smile and sparkling eyes.
I am distracted for a moment.
I can hear all of them speak to me this time, and the sound of their voices
tell me they love everything about me.
I look desperately in your direction, hoping, yet trying not to seem like
I am. You look away.
I don't believe them. Or
I do.
I can't tell.
I wish
I could, but
I can't.
I feel cold, but my thoughts tell me
I am warm.
At least
I know that
I love them, and
I am so glad they love me back.
