I do not miss your agonies
or nameless nurses whispering

or cryptic screens that blare to life

disrupted dining
sleepless nights
while someone scours for a vein.

I do not miss the sounds of pain

high straining cries
exhausted sighs

depleted groans
remorseful moans

the subtle cursing in your breath
or euphemistic talk of death.

I miss no charts left by your side
those codes
that left us

I miss none of the sterile smells

the barren rooms
unanswered bells

the cotton swabs dropped on the floors
the frantic prayers
for higher scores.

Don't think I do not think of you.

It's that I miss not missing you
the way things were
when all was well
and how we'd run
before you fell.

Miss © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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Submitted: December 31, 2020

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