Who lay beneath your white weave before me
Or all the blankets on hospital beds
Over the woman who is HIV
Garbled confessions from our tense bed heads
Before we were taken for surgery
Thrown together in our pre op terror
Intimate and gabbling such intensity
Revealing things we had done in error
Edith Piaf unlike you I regret
The things I didn't say to those I love
The bright moments I will never forget
My feelings hidden in a tension glove
Under your cover I have decided
To live the courage my heart confided
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