It's not poetry, it's too much Alanis Morissette

It’s probably nice in the light of day

It’s probably sweet to sleep with the sun on your skin

It’s probably not giving you cancer

Hope you don’t get too much color

I’ll be here in the shade

It’s too bad the visiting hours are changing

It’s too bad the doctor is out for the night

It’s too bad I’m still addicted to the medication

Hope you enjoy your recovery and chips

I’ll be here with the monkey

I’m grateful we did Dresden and Munich

I’m grateful for another summer abroad

I’m grateful you took lots of pictures to remember

Hope the jetlag isn’t too rough

I’ll be here polishing souvenirs  

It was nice to pick up trash in dresses

It was nice to hear the piano man

It was nice to dance on the edge of glory

Hope the music still fills the background

I’ll be here with headphones on

It’s strange not calling the shots

It’s strange picking up the pieces

It’s strange being the one who is silenced

Hope you’ve taught me well enough

I’ll be here whispering quietly

Thank you for playing on my weaknesses

Thank you for pointing out my flaws

Thank you for letting me fictionalize my world awhile

Hope you enjoy your ribbon

I’ll be here trying to learn the lesson

I’m glad I could put a bandage on your wound

I’m glad I could be adored for the pieces you choose to remember

I’m glad I could pretend to save you from drowning

Hope you didn’t get too much water in your nose

I’ll be here practicing CPR

It’s good I could keep you company in your misery

It’s good you’re healthy for real, this time

It’s good you won’t be lonely anymore

Hope you had a nice trip down memory lane

I’ll be here