By deevaa
Date: 9 August 1999

being single & sick

There is no one to bring me 
chicken soup and toast to my bedside,
no one to rub my aching back...
no one to wait on me hand and foot...
no one to dash to the pharmacy late at night.
no one to laugh at my red red nose.
no one to lay awake beside me... 
listening to my snuffles... 
my coughs, my groans and my sneezes.

No one to share my germs with...
no one for me to nurse back to health.
No one to bring soup to,
and no one whose back will ache... 
just like mine does now.
no pharmacy dashes.
no bedtime giggles...
no sleepless nights of snuffles, coughs, 
groans and sneezes...