your head, bloody
cradled in her arms
her voice banshee high,
desperate, screaming,
full of pain
needing to find away
to help you

your hand, stiff and cold
held tightly in hers
the tears, rolling down
thick as your blood
the ambulance racing down the highway
trying to get there in time
for you

your body, bruised and bandaged
her kisses whispering
on your spectre-pale cheeks
her tears falling
on the dry and cracking blood
whispering, calling out
your name,
for you

your brain, still and motionless
refusing to communicate
as she calls out in pain
her voice ringing
through the dead of the hospital
calling out for you

your coffin, hard and heavy
with the hearts of your loved ones
her face, stained with agony
and her hair, prematurely gray
and you, laying peacefully
not caring
as we call out
for you