The Patient

They sent me your   

Broken, burnt and bloodied body

To me.

And I was about to walk away

Until I remembered I could be you.

Your beseeching eyes told me

Told me you didn’t want to die

Your body and mind looked unsalvagable,

Your beckoning heart engulfed me

I placed my hand on your chest hoping that

I could get your heart to beat again.

I held your hand while you flat lined.

Beryl Peters                              15th August 2o12