Silent in the shadow of love,

heat from the grip of your hand on mine

raises my eyes...

Gutted by the vision of you

that before me lies:

Cocooned in the tubes and

sterilized sheets,

I am disturbed by the incessant beeps

of this 'high dependancy' machine...

I am wondering what it is you see

as you drift between worlds,

unconsciously...

Hope stings my fragile heart strings,

I yearn for the next beep...

Salt erodes the whites in my eyes

when your grip tightens

as I go to leave...