I see you
Through foggy glass,
This window that seperates us,
My hand upon it.
As you lay asleep
I ponder,
Wondering how this could be?
The disease that cintrols you,
No longer in color;
You become pale.
What thoughts I may wonder
Have you glimpsed over.
My eyes focused on you,
My heart races.
For losing you is true,
While life isn't.
This curse of mind has consumed me.
The still silence
Engraves a sense of horror,
When?
I ask.
Will this nightmare end?

