Beat.
It always feels like my heart stops as well
Every time I hear the single, droning beep
And watch that fragile green line go flat.
Beat.
I can still feel it, but it seems as far away
As the rest of my team even as I instruct them
And lean over to begin chest compressions.
Beat.
This is when the only thing I hear, see and feel
Is my own mind trying to paint a picture
Of what will happen if my best isn’t enough.
Beat.
I still see that smiling, dimply face and big hazel eyes.
I still hear her promising to see Mom and Dad soon…
I still feel their pain when that promise couldn’t be kept.
Beat.
My hands th