Blood pumping through our veins,
Involuntary.
Two
Three
Four
Five
Cities
Countries
Nations.

Hearts beat simultaneously.
Beat for our countries,
For our people,
For ourselves.

The lips that form a greeting smile.
The flush of an embarrassed,
nervous,
excited face.

Old,
New,
Transfusions.
One pint will save three lives.
You and three others.

An accident that connects two people for an eternity,
Or longer.

Panting tongue,
Best friend.
Rough tongue,
Old friend.

The end button.
But they’ll call back,
Or you will.

No new parts for you,
Mother,
Father,
Sister,
Brother,
Friend,
Neighbor,
War hero,
Civilian,
Believer,
Human.
Say your good-byes.
We’ll miss you.