When I am Sick
When I am sick would you come visit me with fruits,
Sit beside me to peel me clementines as I hear your rambling?
Would you hold my hand in yours to ask me how I am feeling,
Gently caress my face with your warmth
As you tuck behind the hair falling on my face?
Would you spare me a glance full of fondness before you leave
And promise me you would return the next day?
If you would, would you right now?
For I am sick and dying, rotting from my insides
Waiting for you to notice my withering away from your side.
Copyright © Diya Rajith | Year Posted 2024
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