Pressure is dropping
Heartbeat is slowing
Starting to see black

Blood is thinning
Senses fading
Not yet, I want you back

Pulse is weakening
Skin is cooling
Whisper in your ear

Touch your lips
Kiss your heart
I’m here, nothing to fear

Jolt of love
resuscitates
Subconscious comes alive

Vitals rising
Heart starts beating
Close call we survive

(c) 2008 by Gerard C. Johnson