A White Room

Bleak white room,
dark red heart.
Sat alone,
Surrounded by noise

Fluid pours out
And probes stick up
Fear sets in
And tears fall down

Clean white room,
Three red hearts.
Rush, wish, kiss
Surrounded by silence

Man looks on
And beds wheel round
Needles push through
And lids fall down.

Sparse white room
One still heart
Holding, breathing, hurting.
Surrounded by relief.

In a white room
I contemplate our loss.
The joy of wellness,
Tempered by bitter grief.

A little life gone.
In a breath, it is over.