life is fleeting II

i wanted to sit by your bed and keep holding your hand. i resented the fact that i was responsible enough to catch that plane and go back to work. and then i'm out the door and life keeps rolling on. and i keep swallowing that little ball of pain that tells me to go see you and for once not care about being an adult with a life centered around a full time job with benefits. and instead sit by your bed and keep holding your hand, as my heart tells me to do.