You ever sit there in a hospital room and watch the patients? How they eat Act Go about their days Sometimes I feel bad for them Being locked up for days, months, sometimes even years In some building that smells like cleaning products, urine, throw up, and medicine all in one I've had to go there a couple times Once when my little brother had anorexia Once when my mother was in for cancer A couple other times as well I would just sit there Watching the tv Trying not to let the pain envelope me like it's done before The thing that bugged me were the IV's Couldn't stand looking at them I'm the type of person that if I see someone get cut Even if only a paper cut I somehow feel it It's awkward Anyway I would just sit there Glancing at the old lady in the bed next to my mom's Wondering who the people were in her photographs Children? Grandchildren? I wonder if she had a husband If he was still alive How she met him I try to picture her younger Long blonde hair, illuminating blue eyes She was a dancer then That's how she met him He taught her how to dance He was 24, she was 18 He fell in love with her the moment he set eyes on her Introduced himself to her parents to make sure that he could make his move with their permission Then took her out to dinner Treated her as though she were on a pedestal They married about 6 months after they met and stayed married for 60 years It was love at first sight She must have been so pretty Wonder if she misses him in this lonely hospital room Then again it must be cool To have people waiting on you 24-7.Birth sign: Scorpio
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