I write, “A cardinal stopped outside my window and the nurses let me eat pizza.”

You write, “Happy Birthday,” and for me to keep my wishes.

I write, “I’ll save them for you so one day you can visit.”

You write how that would be cool, whenever you feel sick less.

I write, “Someday, like the sun, I’ll hold you long and warm.” And even still today, I wait for your response.