I WISH:

I wish:


I could do everything in my capacity to protect you.
I could give you another chance at life.
I could help you breathe when you gasp for air.
I could promise your family that you'll be with them in a few days.
I could help you see the life you've wanted to see in the little time you've left.
I could give you assurance that you'll see a better day.
I could hold your hands and tell you - Hey, this is nothing. You are brave. You are strong. Your family needs you. Your loved ones are waiting for you. You'll be perfectly fine. Smile for me. 
I could tell you this will hurt less. 
I could tell you what an amazing person you are for braving through this.
I could tell your kids that you'll come home soon.
I could tell your mom and dad - there's nothing to worry about, you're recovering really well.
I could look into your spouse's eyes and not lie about your well being.
I could assure your friends you'll join them for the next party.
I could give you a hug and tell you, everything will be alright. 
I could find you the one thing that you needed the most-to be able to breathe.
I could see you walking out the doors of the hospital, and see your smile reach your eyes through the mask.
The mask that you wear to ensure nobody goes through what you went through.

I CAN ONLY WISH, BUT NOT ALL WISHES COME TRUE. AT LEAST NOT WHERE I LIVE. 

Life has become so uncertain. Dispensable. Your life has become another number in the statistics we see changing by the minute. Your life was cut short, because my wishes couldn't come true. Ask me why?

COME BACK AND HAUNT ME! Why I didn't do anything about it. Why I didn't fight for you? Why I left you gasping for air and let you die? Why didn't I scream at everything wrong and fight for your life? Why I thought it was not my business because I was fine, and you were dying? Why I was privileged to think it's okay for you to die as long as my family was fine? 

Ask me and don't stop haunting me. Haunt me every single time, I am behaving selfish. Paint those images of you dying in my head, every time I took life for granted. Not just mine, but the ones around me.

You did everything right, you didn't deserve to die. At least not like this. The flames from your pyre are etched in my head. How can I ever sleep while you burn?

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