CW...5..6?

Don't Think

I gently lift the spoon out of the hot soup

By habit I cool it with a gentle blow before I lift it to your lips

I press the square button on the frame of the bed to decline its angle

By habit I pull the covers to your chin

I flip the light switch, allowing the dark to settle into the room

By habit, I tell you to sleep well and that I love you

Was there ever a time that you wished I would just simply die?

I freeze at your question because it makes me uncomfortable

I don’t reply because my reassurances would be a lie

For the first time, I leave you alone in the dark cold room

…to ponder over that evil question

Closing your door, I realize that that question has been asked many times

In every tear you cried, in every trembling attempt of your hands to brush your own hair,

In everything that I do for you because you cannot do for yourself

Was there ever a time that I wished you would just simply die?

Yes, everyday but that thought reoccurs merely out of habit