They transported me by ambulance

Making numerous turns down congested streets

Rain plummeted down upon the grids of chaos

The windshield became a kaleidoscope of city lights

Reflecting hollow truths and past memories

They said I had a very faint vital sign left

A slight pulse which would fade in and out

Gradually it would come into existence

And disappear just as easily as it came forth

They said I was found unconscious on the concrete floor

They didn’t know how long I was there

They were unsure what happened to me

They found me bare, bruised and alone

As I have come out of previous deaths before

It is no marvel that I survived this brush as well

Slowly digesting what the doctors revealed to me

I lay in this hospital bed I’m quite familiar with

The team of doctors in white coats

Came into my room just as I was eating the hospital lunch

Which consisted of slightly warm pasta with tomato sauce that tasted more like ketchup

A pear, a roll with butter, and plasticware wrapped in clear plastic

The plasticware package also contained a napkin and salt & pepper packets

Also included with the lunch was a small carton of 2% milk and a ginger ale

It was then, during my hospital lunch that the doctors informed me

I’ve been diagnosed with a broken heart

© 2012 David Greg Harth

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