(for Minette)
In the hospital I saw her living
on the pulse of the machine
and air another device was giving
while the sight was surreal and not serene
and with every breath
she was taking
brought her nearer to death
to be never again waking
and the time of smiles was gone
while the days into weeks moved on
and to me life did its hurt bring
while my heart turned to stone.
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