White Corridors

We'll work this out. The worst will come. Surely, it will. But I'll be here for you.

It's almost like heaven

Even more so from the afternoon sun sending it's raze 

Through glass windows

To remind you that life moves without you

Outside of these white corridors

You patiently wait till she looks your way

Your heart mourns for the home inside her heart

Almost everyday you've come to visit her

Your tired eyes smile at her

You've only had maybe 5 hours of sleep

She finally looks toward your side in the blank colourless sheets she sleeps in

That remind you more of death than pure innocence

She turns to look at you, relieved, she finds familiarity 

You ask her about her day

What you've been doing

How work is going

How you're handling the bills for the house

You tell her, her parents are coming to visit

You tell her everything is going to be alright

One day, She'll get out of this

One day, you'll both go to Scotland

You two have to travel and have many more adventures,

One day

But as I stare behind the glass

Watching your tired efforts

You eagerly bend forward on your chair

I know what you don't

I wish I could break it to you

Without breaking your heart

The car crash you were in left her dead

You're wife is not actually there

You're all alone

Talking to yourself

You're the one trapped between the white corridors