Monitor
Uniform waves
On a blue LED screen
Rhythmic contraction fading
And we all know what that means
White jackets Rush
Scrubs flying down the hall
Looks of panic
Slowly, to the grave he crawls
Large piece of mine
Yet more of theirs
Sitting in silence
Small room of chairs
Clipboard in one
A pain in the other
Quiet approach
We stare at each other
There's no coming back
The day is now done
We miss you already
I need one more day. Just one..
Copyright © Adelaine Lowe | Year Posted 2019
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