transplant

i could sense the dwindling vitality from your thinning 

breath 

a hand to my chest

a beating heart

would it reverberate in harmony

would it beat a steady rhythm 

would the sun shine in where roses have wilted 

in the corners of your diseased heart?

i walk past poems and love letters 

a bouquet of cliches

i would give you my heart

my life in the hands of a surgeon

you can finally open your eyes 

and see me as i close mine