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A narrative poem.
Circa 2016.
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Flowers in his hand
The boy decides to use a shortcut
Through the tunnel
Because he can't wait
To see her
He stayed as close to the side
As he dared
Knowing that sometimes a
Small car might whizz through
This trash-ridden tunnel
It was Valentine's Day
And yet the paramedic still worked
Praying for trauma and carnage
Knowing all too well how bad
A Valentine's Day can turn
Soon a call came through
And she turned the sirens on
Driving to a roadside crash
On the nice side of town
Can't wait to save a life
The boy knocked on her door
Smiling like Christmas
Had come early
Waiting for her to open it
But the door stayed shut
"Samantha!" He yelled,
Outside her bedroom window.
No answer.
He went in through the
unlocked back door.
The paramedic sprinted for the
patient, knowing that she
Was too late to save her.
But one can always
hope.
Riding to the hospital
Ventilator whirring
Her partner screaming
"Clear!" As she
Shocked the patient's heart again.
The boy found the house empty
His girl, nowhere to be found
He called her,
but no answer
He prepares for the worst
The paramedic drives
Heart racing
Faster and faster
Almost there
Hoping for the best
The boy arrives at the hospital
