That night our love was
fluorescent and mint-green.

Air stood still in the hospital halls,
and I could hear your lungs at work.

I took my shoes off to match you,
and let the sleeping tile freeze my soles.

I only felt suited when
I could share a fraction of your pain.

A promise was made.
We would keep your bracelet.

When you are released,
we'll stash it in a safe place.

When a plague sinks its teeth,
I'll put your bracelet on.

To remind me of the wounds
I wanted to take for you.