He stood by her hospital bed,
Tears caught in his throat,
He begged her to live for him,
Then walked away,
never to return.
Weeks passed,
She woke up,
Asked for him,
Desperate to see his face,
To hold his hand again.
The doctors exchanged glances,
"He's with you now," they said,
Their words heavy,
"Forever in your heart."
Her fingers traced the scar,
Her chest rising and falling,
With his heartbeat.
She cried, knowing each pulse
Was his, not hers.
She lived because he asked.
He died,
So she could.