When I went to the hospital,
To be by your side,
Your eyes sent a message,
Of the pain you couldn't hide.
I held your hand,
With a glimpse of hope,
That maybe one day,
You'll soon be home.
I mostly miss your voice,
And your presence in the room.
My tears turn into droplets,
Every time I think of you.
Your image stays with me,
With the little things I do.
I miss you so much,
But there's nothing I can do.
The last days of your life,
Was mostly filled with pain.
Your body was suffering,
But now your soul can sing.
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