I sat by the window
Staring aimlessly into space
Around me voices rang
None of it made any sense

Some one touched my hand gently
A lady with a kind sad face
She did look familiar
But who, her name I couldn't place

White scrubs I was in
Smelling of antiseptic
My grey hair slipped over my face
Tickling me iritatingly

I wanted to shove it behind my ear
But lift my left arm, I just couldn't
Frustrating my eyes began to tear
When I tried to speak, words just slurred.

The kind lady moved my hair for me
And wiped the drool that escaped my twisted lips
I held her hand tight in mine
Afraid to be left alone,
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