Sitting on the cold linoleum floor

I feel your warm presence behind me

As you hold my hair back from my face.

Tenderly you lift me in your arms

And carry me off to bed to sleep

Curled into your warm embrace…

In an instant you vanish.

My stomach heaves and tears course down my cheeks

As bile fills the cold porcelain bowl of reality.

Author's Note

Since everybody seems to wonder where I get inspirations from...this poem is a result of my love for historical romance novels. Whenever the woman in the story is sick, the man who she loves/who loves her is always there to comfort her and make her feel safe and loved. It is also a result of the reality of being sick...when you don't have someone there to hold you. Something that is never a fun thing. In actuality that is when I came up with this poem...when I was sick and miserable. Oh well...we all have our moments of oddly random inspirations. Also...this poem is definitely subject to changes...I just wrote it out in a few minutes and I am probably going to want to change it around...the nagain I may never get around to it...