28 days
november is gone, december drops itself off on my doorsteps. the hospital lights- white light- serile floors- the white jackets-you doped up on painkillers looking like a watercolor painting. they carried you off, i said goodbye, for i knew it would be a while till i saw you agian. i didn't cry until i saw you disappearing down the hall, the endless hall, in a nightgown. you turned to look back and i stood stoic. november forgot to take me with it. now, the questions from everybody- the diagonis is hard to interpret. word on the street says she's crazy. i'm too weak to defend. my birthday is in 28 days. 28 days, i'll be 22 or maybe 104?