40 weeks
Seems far too short
to shield your body with mine.
What I wouldn’t give
to take from you
every bullet
Such that you
could have every breath of mine
As God and Nature intended it to be
We cannot hide forever
As much as my heart wants to
You will not bloom if smothered
We can only bask in the time that we have
And hope
We are
the lucky ones
Med-Derm, MD 