And if I knew what life had in store for me,
would I still march forward?
Would my courage falter,
Why have our paths crossed?
Which one of us is standing at the crossroads?
I write these words as I sit beside the open window.
The darkness is interrupted by the flashy lights of an awakening city.
Beside me lies a lady.
Her family is gathered around her —
perhaps to say their final farewell.
Tears are too private for public display,
Whispers travel far in this silenced hospital ward.
Everyone is falling asleep around me, but I am wide awake.
The window is open.
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