Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Living Will

It hurts that you won't be here.
It hurt when you wasn't at my graduation.
You weren't at my surgery, to see me wake up, to see me recover.
Will you be there, in the stands, to see me earn my degree?

Will you walk the aisle with me?
Will you put down the bottle for a chance to see me succeed?
Are you even proud?
Do you see what all I've done?

I couldn't have done it without you.
I don't want to go on without you.
You refuse to recover, you have chosen this lifestyle.
Will you be alive to see your oldest be wedded?

Don't make me sign the Living Will.
Don't leave us.
Don't become a fading memory.
Put the bottle down, and let us become a family again.

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