I will keep asking myself,
if their was something else
I could have done
for you.
The days that turned to weeks
standing at the foot of your bed
on morning rounds,
and during the rapid response.
We seemed to have
quelled the fire
in your bowels
and the arrhythmia in your heart.
Or so it seemed,
on the day of discharge;
yet now as you lay
silent...
I will keep asking myself,
if their was something else
I could have done
for you.
