The English Patient Poem by chris schwartz

"I can't really think of a reason not to drink, in this world which I live, " said the English patient to the Doctor."Your world, Dear Doctor, I presume, may be quite different from mine. You see, I listen to my heart beat in the cold, while you..listen to cold hearts stop beating." And with that, she walked out of the room, away from the English patient, his heart beat pounding loudly, within the divided walls of the Emergency Room.But the young Doctor
did not hear the pounding of the English patient's wounded heart.Instead, she went about her duties, and finished her shift, going home feeling stressed and weary from the days course of events.The Doctor reached for the crystal flask in the cupboard at the top of the wet bar, and poured a strong cocktail of blended scotch and water.As she drew the glass empty and poured a second drink, she started to think back on the course of her stressful evening, pondering on the words of the English patient in the Emergency room.It troubled her, for a brief second, until she poured a very strong third scotch, skipping the water this time.When she saw the bottom of an empty glass not long after she poured it, her hands went numb, dropping the crystal to the floor and watching it shatter in a million pieces.She fell to the ground, and her heart beat like a drum in her head.All of a sudden, she knew what the English patient had meant.She realized, that their worlds were not so far apart as she had hoped.They were ever so close to one another, in fact, waiting for one brief moment, to bring them together.