relief
Mike Cava
there is a thing that brings relief
it's roses in a meadow near a stone, maybe
it could be sunlight through a cabin window on a cold morn
the way the air passes on your own accord
after the nurse's twelve hour shift
she went home, her replacement as tender
her skin is bare, short of a light blanket
she breathes on her own finally without drugs
life fills here, her heart is clean
it was a tumor; not cancerous
she opens her eyes slightly
smiles, ... i smile back
a feeling of relief
i for her, she for knowing i'm there
beyond her eyelids, in her dreams
love drifts back to sleep
our lives sigh with relief
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