what did I mean to save
that day I stood pounding
your chest, fired by urgency
that was not love
but habit
a current that ran once?
I felt it for years
even after it had stopped
and you could not deliver
what did I hope would return
to life that night
with my desperate pleas
my counted breaths
my lips pressed hard
to yours, together
what was left
in the cold spaces
between us, the disruption
like Arctic air pushed south
to Tampa. We were tangled
up in wires
if only I had shut off
that device, the one that jolts
me awake lonely nights
when I reach across a smooth sheet
for your rough hand
closed into a fist
you will never open
key words: DNR, love, grief, poetry, Janice Lynch Schuster