I remember it clearly, the last time I saw you.
Your had your back to me in bed, your right arm outside the bedclothes.
You were weeping softly, secretly.
I wanted to reach out to touch you, to comfort you, but I couldn't.
Not since the accident. The paralysis.
The last time I saw you was over a week ago. I think.
I have no concept of time, lying here. Waiting for it to get dark and then light again.
I don't blame you for leaving.
I just wish you hadn't left me like this.
Not able to move. Forever.