I sit here while I watch you lay in bed with oxygen to help you live.

Useless I feel while waiting until you take your last breath.

Useless while others come to see you and do the same as I do.

Useless because there is nothing else we can do.

I wish I could’ve seen you more. Saved up to take trips and make memories galore.

It hurts me to see you like this, but not as much as it hurts the love of your life and the kids you will leave behind.

I understand you’ve suffered enough.

It’s almost time.