plugs

sl ow ly carefully i close my eyes. on my side, i lay on my mattress. it's evening. i listen to if you're gone.. and realize, you're not. i think about what you've said. i try to re-call your smile. and your eyes. but it hurts to remember when i know my teacher is lying on a hospital bed that he pulled out the plugs that he might not be able anymore. everyday, i think of you: when will you call to tell us: don't worry we're going to be okay