Double-Grieved - Oct, 11, 2024

her two friends are dying

at the same time

same hospital  same floor

in each room  same sounds

machines breathing and the

soft metronome of monitors

deep cuts to the heart

twice the bleeding

double-grieved

her love limps losing one

a second must be a punch

that knocks her down

and with face on the floor

she doesn’t want to get up

stays down  yields

yet time has already started

to whittle the perfect

crutch for her

she’ll need it someday

if she ever hopes

to rise and join the living