For Her

For Her

I think of you often
and how it must feel

to sit-
and wait- and
wait

you probably sit there
I don't know
I'm not really an authority to say

It's scary
I think,
to sit there
and wait

For information
For time
For patience
For miracles

for how long he's laid there
you think he must be better
he must be

there's no reason for him not to be
be better
be it
come you fucking bastard
I know it's in you
you can't even sit up most days
you can't even speak
what is this for her
how does she sleep knowing that yours might be your last
how
How-

she tried to wean each moment
tries to drench it to its last with you
to find each thing before it gets late
and you're tired from a hard day

the days do get harder
they get harder
to try
but you know there is strength
strength in watching him
try

-Matthew Koutzun