You Get To Go Home

I met you on day 2 of my new job.

You’re excited because you got your catheter out and are peeing on your own.

You were talking about the modifications you’re making to your home because you don’t want to go into any sort of home.

You don’t know how hard it was to smile at you and be excited for you.

You get to go home.

Your wife gets to bring you back home.

You get to hang out with your children and grandchildren.

You get to go home.

I want to know though… at what point will it stop breaking my heart because I get to watch you (and others after you) go home, but I never got to bring Mark home?

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