a terrible pain crept up my chest, reaching my hands
and climbing up my head into my jaws
i lay dreaming you in a hospital
ticking moments, beeping pulse and dripping iv
is this hell, and am serving my sentence
and for what sin – the sin of loving you?
i know this pain, not more painful than your absence
this pain, would kill me only once
your bereftion kills me every moment.
all the chemicals, doctors and medication
they can correct my heart, but not cure my heart
i feel atrophied, spiritually and emotionally of you
and that only you and god can make up for.