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“Wake” - I find myself beside your hospital bed, bright lights reveal your eyes still closed as they have been before. I smell the scent of jasmine filling the room, your nose might catch its drift, drawing, intoxicating. I try having one-sided dialogs now, your ears should sense my tone, stroking them as it whispers: open your eyes and say that you hear me! Don't make me wait anymore. I call softly for sleeping beauty - arise! (unwise) I try to improvise: I'm asking louder - open your eyes and say that you hate me! Don't make me wait anymore. Waiting for your unplanned waking, while I pretend taking so long to have you with me is a burden I can stand. I see Frankie between some records I brought, he asked you for a dance, but you declined politely. (Why won’t you listen to me when I ask you to Wake?) I rub lightly the tip of your cotton gown, so thin that with no words my hands could tell your skin to open your eyes and say that you want me to leave. Waiting for your unplanned waking, while I pretend taking so long to have you with me is a burden I can stand. We'd go dancing and be just like Fred and Ginger, (I'll even let you lead if you don't like my moves) and then I'd give you flowers - the ones you love, that go with your evening dress. We'd hold hands at the movies and make faces as Tracy and Hepburn kiss. We'd share ice-cream for dinner, and I could tell you all about when I had hopes for me to stop… Waiting for your unplanned (I have been waiting) waking, while I pretend (anticipating) taking so long to have you with me is a burden I can stand.