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.

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