What can you see
From the hospital window
Mountains in the distance
And a weeping willow
While the sun shines
You can feel its warmth
On nighttime comes
You’re dying all alone
Regret nothing
Regret is for the weak
Regret nothing
I can see beauty through a window
Though I cannot speak
We used to dance
In that building over there
They’ve gentrified the town
And built fancy apartments now
We used to sneak a ciggy
Behind the school shed
Get the bus to the city
Play handball until our hands bled
Image adapted from a photo by Shubham Dhage at unsplash.com