Last Tear Drop

You lay there in the hospital bed,
I cry and hold my head.
"Is this real?" I ask myself
as I put flowers on the shelf.
"I'll love you until the last rose dies."
I feel the tears fall from my eyes.
The doctors said that you may never wake
from this deep slumber, please let this be fake!
I can't live without! I miss you so!
Even with you sick, my love I will show.
I sit there in the chair besides you every night.
Will you wake any time soon? You might.
I lay on your bed with you,
Sleep I fall into.
I feel a touch on my shoulder,
My skin feels colder.
Your shining face stares back at me,
"Is it really you I see?"
I stretch out my hand towards your heart,
but there is where we did depart,
for it was just a dream.
You still lay there steadily breathing.
Two years past that you were in this state,
But your mother decides your fate.
She decides to end all of our heart ache,
"Your life we take."
"It's no use, itâ??s too late."
"Pull the plug." They say.
I beg for them to let you stay:
"Please! Have faith that heâ??ll get better, he has to!
Wake, this is what he'll do!"
But it's been two years and no sign of recovery.
I fear that this is the last that you'll see of me.
I will love you always and forever,
I won't forget you, never.
But this is my final Goodbye.
As I watch the doctors pull the plug I cry;
I cry the last tears that you'll be with me.
One day again I'll see you is my plea.
I kiss you, "Goodbye, I love you." And hold you close,
as I walk out the door I take from your shelf a fake rose.
I watch as you breathe your last breath of air,
while I cry the last tear drop that we'll get to share.