wisdom

the tearing open of
new holes in my body
waiting for him to fill
them with his essence,
his healing self.

my teeth are chattering,
the cold is drawing near,
men in white masks and coats
hover around me, creating
a scene of harsh sterility.

nobody there to comfort me
nobody there with well wishes
nobody here to ease my pain
nobody here to tuck me in
save for his voice above all.

letting go of all pain inside,
i hear his smile, smell his aura
feel his eyes upon my person
from afar, wishing he was near
to help me through this.

although not physically with me,
i sense his presence all around
its mere existence makes up
for the swelling and the ache
and the agony and the stitches.

if only he was at my side, it would all be but a memory.