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My Girl’s Lost in the Pages of Her Mind
And I’m losing her inch by inch, no matter how I try to grasp hold of her hand.
Her eyelids flutter as she sits in stasis, her body prone underneath a sheet as her heart rate fluctuates with the hum of the machinery keeping her alive. I trace my fingers over the back of her hand just like I used to do every night before we fell asleep. But those days seem so far away now. I can barely remember the good times anymore. I just want her to wake up and smile at me. I didn’t realize letting go would be this painful.
“Are you ready?” one of the nurses asks me. I look up, dazed, my eyes aching from all the tears I’ve shed since my girl walked away. She didn’t believe in us, and now here we are. This is the unhappy future I didn’t want.
Why did she have so little fatih? Why, when I wrote every song for her? Why, when I’d been screaming out her name for what felt like a hundred years?
Why did you stay with him? I want to ask her in a pleading voice. Why didn’t you just believe in me? We wouldn’t be in this mess then. Why couldn’t you have been stronger?
But there’s no point. There’s no point in second chances now. All I know is that I shed every single tear she did. All I know is that I never knew a love like hers.
