I am not without thought
She is mine
We are each other
And in the end, this will all be forgotten
I awoke to a hospital bed
Surrounded by light.
I sat up, and looked upon the man who has asked me to marry him.
I told him that I was well, that this was not necessary.
He told me that it was my own insistence that brought us here.
I run my fingers through my hair
How refreshing to feel a thick mane instead of damp threads on damaged skull.
The doctor comes in and says that I am well
But they're going to keep me overnight.
I want to go back with my betrothed
He is my rescuer
He is my new home
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