I come home from school and wait.
Wait for you to come home. Make sure
you are safe.

I make sure you do not go into diabetic
shock while you are driving and crash.
Bam. You crashed.

You are in the ambulance and I am at
home waiting for you to get here.
Bam. They throw your body onto a gurney.

Weeho! Weeho! All I hear is sirens and
I mentally stress out. Thinking the possible worse,
worrying.

Ring! Ring! Mom’s phone starts ringing,
getting a call saying “Sarah, there has been
an accident.”

I know now that everything I was thinking
was right. I cry and yell and can’t move.
Just sitting there.

Sitting there hoping you will be
okay but too scared to see. Finally, 
picking up enough strength I go in.

I go in, seeing your oxygen
tubes coming from your nose.
Realizing you aren’t breathing on your own.

Nurses running, trying to save you,
straight line on your heart monitor,
no heart beat.

Beep, beep, beep. I wake up, sweating,
crying, yelling. Sprinting downstairs to
see you. I do.

It was all just a dream