Spending my days with hospital girls

That look in their eyes as desperate pleas unfurl

The IV drips on a constant feed

The machines by their side keep a persistent beat

The sick lights shine on cold marble skin

A sanitary mess and a morphine drip.

Though sick in your veins and you can hardly breathe,

Will your fake plastic heart ever learn to love me?

It’s ordinary, quite ordinary, my love

To each his own, and you are my own, my lovely dying girl

It won’t be long to be on my own again

It’s not extraordinary to move on again, my love

Please forgive me

I can’t wait for you to live