When they reach in to your chest
to heal your heart with scars,
remember me.
Remember those who wait
for you
just beyond locked doors
guarded by an irritable nurse
who smiles at me,
finally,
after another suggestive joke.
Never mind the danger;
Never mind the scalpel;
Never mind, dearest.
We'll wait,
and watch the flashing screens
and sit in plastic chairs,
talking of nothing.
Remember me,
with your necklace
and your ring
beneath my shirt
next to my heart:
guarding yours with mine.
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A refined poetic imagination, Mangerian. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.