John in the Hospital

I sit in our empty room

beside the opaque shade 

of your favorite lamp...

I understand the despondency 

it is to be a woman.

Few valuable years ago

you were few years old younger 

I was thirty plus years younger than you 

and sparks tossed our hearts 

then they became one to flutter

with our dreams they tower 

in perfect addendum.

Beside the lamp shade 

I've seen us fractured

sometimes we were injured 

like the opaque light 

we failed to keep sight 

of why this life is meant living for

of why each path is worth walking for...

the opaque shade figured this long ago

equal to the lampshade beside me 

but it locked itself in deep silence 

not care to give a clue 

that it was harmful...

somewhat it could withstand 

and watch us grow as seasons change 

as we carry on to find 

the perfect guide to marriage...

and as i sit beside the opaque shade 

of your favorite lamp 

i recall the times you fall 

and how many times I've catch you....

and those times i lost my all 

how you became my guide..my strength...my eyes...

if there is someone who listens...

who can paint clearly the reason 

behind my aches 

or my smiles in the bend...

it is You.

Here in our empty room

immersed in opaque shade

thinking of you in your hospital bed 

i realize the worriment 

it is to be a wife in love.