the rain goes 'pitter-patter'
on the hospital room's window
as i wonder if the man in the bed
is scared of what comes next.
he's remembering his life,
which seems to be nothing but
one giant, momentary wisp
trailing throughout his mind.
driving home i can only blankly imagine
what must be going through his head.
it isn't even raining anymore,
but my wipers continue their tireless motion.
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