Infected.

We were healthy. Happy.
All steady breathing and productivity.

The disease hit. Slowly at first.
Germs spread as symptoms surfaced.

It was nothing but annoying. Could still inhale.
Mosquito bite or an unattended itch. Nothing of consequence.

Worsening. It inhibited routine.
Beat us down and strapped us to a bed.

Just give it time! We tried to heal quickly.
How we missed being back on track.

Juice was guzzled, held onto like a lifeline.
Pain killers administered every four hours.

Nothing helped. Terms were reached.
Accepted severity and offered a choice.

Heart stop. "Terminal".
Risky heal or prolonged goodbye.

Would give anything to be okay again.
To feel sunshine, security.

Harder to breathe now. Fluid filled lungs.
Yellowing skin. Aches, cries, dark and alone.


Alone.

Don't want to be that without you.