An Ode to a COVID Patient

Days are dragging. Nights are the loneliest. I miss you most at night when everything and everyone else have settled in their comfort places. I pray to God you’ll get well soon, especially when I am not able to care for you, watch over you, and be there at your most vulnerable moments.

Every day is a heartbreak, making me cry in between free time when I am not making calls, waiting for calls, or just simply trying to keep busy.

I wish for time to fast forward when I will bring you home, safe and a survivor of this dreaded disease.

I go through each day thinking about you and how you are doing there, knowing I only get bits and pieces of news about you from your doctor and nurses. It scares me to receive second-hand information, not directly witnessing and not being there to actually see your condition.

Another day has gone by, uneventful but full of anxiety. Night is starting to crawl, and I feel into automatic melancholy.

May the coming days bring hope for your fast recovery. Hang in there, be strong, and continue to have the will to live.

We have the future to seize, our dreams to chase, and a lifetime to spend together.

I will wait for your return. I will count the days until we bring you home. Until then, I pray for God to bestow His mercy upon you.

My love for you knows no boundary.