The sirens were no match
For the pounding in my ears,
Or the hurried breaths I gulped
To exhale nervous bursts of air

Into the lungs of one
Who gave life to me

My eyes were no match
For the scene when they arrived,
Their uniforms obscured my vision
As it began to blur,
And colors slid past shapes
Like views through vintage glass

And though I couldn't see him,
I knew that he was there

My breath still in his lungs