Comatose

I sit and hold the hand of a loved one

On death's doorstep.

The one I loved so dearly,

Reduced to a mere shell.

He's lifeless,

But for the mere whisper of breath.

He is nothing like the one I knew,

And yet I stay by his side.

I can't walk away.

Not while he still lives.

Not while there's a chance

That the man I love will return to me.