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Do No Harm

The pink of your skin will never like the teal of your scrubs.

I have still not gotten used to the sound of your keyboard click
———–click
——————-clicking
——————-at 4 a.m.

I wake up to the glow of your computer screen.
————————————-(What a bright light — but what life it takes away)

Sometimes I forget the names of your freckles. At night (if you are with me) I have to meet them again
———and say: I am the lips that graze you when you are asleep.

—–I have never seen your face without the purple under your eyes — bruises that never seem to h e   a    l

——————–(You are a frame of a man propped up by caffeine and sugar-free drinks)

——– — and the pink of your skin will never like the teal of your scrubs.

——————–(They were simply not made to marry).

Sometimes I would leave the house
and you would come back home
—–and when you leave the house
——-I would come back home.
How deeply I understand the moon and the sun. Always apart, but one cannot live without the other.

And I know
—-it is your duty take care of the sick and the
—-weak.
———–But when will you see that you are the patient
———–and it is you that needs to be saved?