It Was His Heart
A gasp in the middle of the night
Begets an outbound 911 call.
Paramedics respond, but my beloved does not.
He is my heart, and I am watching him die.
The doctor will speak with me once he is stable
So I wait with incredible weight
Upon my restless heart
Wishing I could exchange mine for his.
Hours of effort without results.
They tell me his heart is broken
And mine immediately shatters.
Neither can be repaired.
Twenty-seven years of life,
Nine and a half years of love,
Seven months of wedded bliss,
Flickers in the fire that would have been our story.
He remains in my mind a beacon of warmth
My safe place and my solace
Unforgettable and irreplaceable
It was his heart that made him so.