Denial

This isn't my husband at all

He'll need supper when he comes back

He'll want to call

So I'll just wait and have a snack

"Just a minor accident" I wanted the officer to say

He might be in critical condition but people survive

He will just have a lot of x-rays

He won't be able to drive

The doctors said "He is there"

I shook my head

Where there were was supposed to be hair

There were bandages instead

Where his arm was supposed to be

There was no arm that I could see

He should look like he is sleeping that we could agree

Instead, he looked unnaturally placed, to a certain degree

The doctors had done all sorts of tests

But they just needed to do one more

I just know my husband will get up off the bed in jest

He will not have a tube down his throat anymore

At home his cup was still on the coffee table

His computer opened, socks on the floor

Left there, it was the biggest betrayal

And after all this, I could not ignore

He wasn't coming home anymore

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