A tear falls softly, chilling my skin,
I wake in confusion, where do I begin?
My eyes scan the room, so cold and so bare,
Machines all around, their hum fills the air.

“Why am I here?” I question, confined,
Wires and tubes leave me entwined.
I can’t move, can’t speak, just stare in dread,
Until my gaze falls on him, my husband, so led.

He sits by my side, pale, full of fear,
Tears on his cheeks, his voice unclear.
He clasps my hand, as if it could mend,
Begging the night for time to extend.

“Wake up, my love,” he pleads with a sob,
His breath is ragged, his heart throbs.
“I know I was late, but please, don’t go,
I need you here, more than you know.”

Then I remember—the fight we had,
Harsh words exchanged, making us mad.
He stormed out the door, slamming it shut,
Leaving me behind, broken and cut.

It wasn’t meant to end like this,
Pride and anger stole our bliss.
No kiss goodbye, no soft embrace,
Now he sits here, lost in...