Coma

As she breathes, she lives
I sit here at her side
Waiting... just waiting...
For that crucial moment
Does the ever present breathing, the only thing signifying life, cease?
Sending me plummeting into insanity and despair
Or does a small movement catch my eye
A twitch
A flittering of muscles
Or even the Herculean task of opening an eye
An eye heavy with silence
If I could just hear your voice
Just a cough
A murmur
A sigh
A sign that you're still listening
Listening to my futile cries