I.C.U

I.C.U.
For Puabi

“Doctor, his pulse is racing!”
“Of course it is, Madame. Don’t stand too close.”
End of the year
Less energy than before
I rest in my room
She watches me constantly
Food has a use
But not so much
I am drinking juice
I am more alive from her touch
To feel her near
To hear her voice, to look in her eyes
That is treatment enough for me
“Beloved, you’ll feel better soon.”
“With a nurse like you, darling, of course I will.”
“Aw, beloved!”