sick in the middle of my bed

fever low and yet i was sweating

it was 3am and i thought of you

for years i thought of you

i was going to call you to bring me soup

let me smell you near me

let me feel your touch

soothe away the heat and cold

remove my blankets and just hold me

in your curative arms

run your hands down my back

lay in my sick and stay

in those years i thought of you

i thought of kids with our names

a family pet and more sick days spent

being nursed back by you

sick in the middle of my bed

i woke up to discover you weren’t there

i just thought we had spent the years together

my fever broke and i still needed you here