Simple heart,
Wounded, exasperated, and tired,
On through the night waiting,
The sharp pain of Siddharth the intern’s needle stitching,
Mending the laceration coalescing,
The body a burden of pain,
Breathing through my eyes,
Breathing out the past,
Accepting, contritely and acquiescing,
The tugging rawness absent extreme pain,
Falling asleep lacking reminiscence,