The last thing I could bring you 
wilted before you left. 
You smiled and I cried 
even though I still believed 
that you’d be coming home. Soon.

I didn’t know flowers were not allowed 
inside the MICU. 
I’m glad I didn’t care 
and relieved I didn’t have to ask myself 
“Should I?”   

We both tired of worrying. 
You surrendered once it became hopeless. 
I sit here wondering 
where to step next 
without walking that old path.