Out of Eden

 

Two hearts, for which my heart beats

Are safe within a locked ward. Resting,

behind swaying curtains, tended by torch-bearing nurses.

I drift along empty corridors.

 

Outside, a deep pre-dawn stillness reigns.

The air hangs damp, yet somehow less cloying than

those stifling bays, with the parent’s room saturated in tears.

Every car sound echoes in the stillness, as I

Glide back to an empty house, not a home without them.

A mantra in my heart, pulsing like a heartbeat:

Ward opens at Seven.

 

Copyright Tom Tide 2017

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