as pain
excretes itself
from every pore
your febrile eyes
transfix the door
as it is opening
slowly
opening
and as if with a
blinding light
your aching limbs
receive their rite
to closure
one more time
a worried glance
beside the bed
looks
down
towards
the floor
as
gentle hands
touch
close
your eyes
a second
just
too
soon