The frantic commotion of trauma
The gnashing of teeth and wails of sadness beyond words
The ambulance arriving and pleas to save
But I see the answer in the paramedic's eyes

They go through the motions but the blip on the screen is so small

The ride to the hospital-hope still quivering
The frantic rush to do all that can be done
The words spoken aloud that I refuse to hear
I cry huge choking sobs

I even push the priest aside

I want to say, "You are lying, all of you!"
But I began to know the worst is true
I calm down, I can't look at anyone
Finally, I acquiesce.

They leave me alone with him
I hold his hand
I tell him I love him, one more plea not to go
But, I only hear ...quiet.