The up and down of the monitor,
Measures your heartbeat,
The heartbeat I grew to love,
Even though I never heard it,
Never got to press my hand
Against your chest
And feel the beating beneath the scar.
The many times that monitor went flat
Brings tears to my eyes,
And reminds me of the many times,
I almost lost you,
And the time that it stayed flat
Never to return
Almost brings me to my knees.
I try to keep the tears inside,
And a smile on the surface
Because I know that’s what you want,
But sometimes it’s too hard
And I fail.
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