i wrote a song,
a song i started writing,
a while ago,
before i even met you.
i was always working on the song,
even when we were hanging out together,
outside the hospital walls.
but you didn't mind.
you let me be.
you knew you shouldn't disturb me.
you knew me well,
well enough to know that.
so i wrote,
while sitting on a bench outside,
earphones plugged in my ears,
my crutch that i depended on now,
leaning on the wall beside me.
you were beside me too,
sitting beside me.
i honestly didn't know what you were doing,
not until you plugged out my earphone,
my left earphone.