Lost souls

Only with her I feel so helpless. I go to her room and she is lying there like an angel. do nothing but hold her hand. Sometimes I read her a story. A fairy tale like the one l lived with her. Sometimes it’s me who needs to be by her side not her needing me to be there. The simple fact that she is still breathing makes me cling to hope and I hold her hand like a baby clinging to his mother. I can’t help but talk to her sometimes. I know she can hear me. She makes sudden reflexes sometimes. The doctors said that’s what someone in a comma usually does, but I like to believe that she wants to tell me something and I explain it according to the situation. I’m missing her and I make sure she hears that every day. I want her back and I can do nothing and it’s killing me….