But somehow it doesn’t feel the same
I have time alone now, something I have always wanted
But somehow it doesn’t feel as comforting as it used to be.
Your bedroom door’s open,
And I turn to look at it
And I see your wheelchair in one corner,
It’s gathering dust.
The curtains and the bed sheets were changed this weekend
Like you were still going to lie on your bed
But this room has not been occupied for months.
It’s a strange feeling — knowing you’re never coming back
But like you’re on a vacation somewhere far.
Maybe you are.
I hope you’re happy there.