Don't you hate having a cold

Sat there feeling sorry for yourself

The sitting makes you start thinking

Between open-mouthed breaths 

and little sniffles

To stop the drop from dripping

Crumpled up tissues that are stuck together 

with snot

A little timeline of your cold

Some a translucent glaze

Others mixed with yellow and green chunks

And that one...

Well what colour even is that?

You think about all those times

You could breathe properly

And took it for granted...

Next time I'm going to be thankful and grateful 

that I can...

Wait a second...

I can breathe...

And I live my life not being grateful 

Until the next cold