Struck Poem by Anthony Han

All I could remember was white
I was dying in bed at a hospital
The doctors said I was going to die
Fate must desire me death God pray-tell lie
To ease this odd feeling of pain
Wishing to linger on this world I do not know of

A week later I was saved
Some kind soul donated their organ to me
I was released with new found hope in life
First action I took was running towards the park
On this blessed Sunday morning I thought how gracious a day
Then I noticed a woman from the same hospital appeared
Something about her struck my attention

As birds seemed to flutter around her
Like they describe in all those folk tales
She looked frantic and yet calm
Searching for someone or something
O if I knew i would tell her where to seek it
While gazing at her dancing body
Her pupils met mine

My heart struck a cord
I fell on my bottom in shock of this moment
She giggled as I got up
Wondered what to do
Heard her say to me
Would you love to take my hand

Inside I leaped for joy
No words could come out
I wondered why and then it hit me
Recalling I was mute although I do not know why
With no other knowledge then to dance
I took her hand and danced her in the park

She understood and kissed my mouth whispering my name
How did she know I could not tell
Neither did I care but sure did I bear her in my arms
I licked her lips spelling out L-O-V-E
We sat aside and lay on a bench
Her body atop of mine as we watched the sky flow by

Slept under a tree as the grass itched our skin
She left me her address and said to meet her tomorrow
We walked our paths home
The next day I went to visit
A familiar old man let me in holding a note
Handed it to me and directed me to her

My love lay in bed but oddly enough awake with wet eyes
As I rushed over and offered my hand for a dance
No response I then found she was no longer with me
How on earth could fate be so cruel who is to blame
The idea to investigate this note occurred to perhaps a explanation
I read the note as my tears of disbelief dripped down each letter

It read she was ill and had a surgery
Detailing her life, dreams, hopes and pictures of me and her
Photographed memories who is she next to me
Why am I in this warming sight
On the backside were drawings
She drew of a dreamt future of me and her

With the ending of me in her bedroom dancing with her corpse
As a ghost of her watched in glee
A last will I thought so I grabbed her lifeless body
Dancing the sadness away almost as if she were alive
I kissed my sweet one last time then set her back in bed
Upon doing so another note revealed to me

Falling from her sleeves with my name on it
Inside was a two gold rings and a message
Hearts encircling these words
to my fiance the one who holds a part of me
Live long and well my dear partner
I have given you life as I too was fading

Least one of us lives for the both of us
Least I may let you know what has gone on
These past years you fought hard
Unfortunately I have grown ill
When you read this I will be unable to speak
Perhaps already drifting away

I am sorry my love live on for me
As I cried with pain
A sound came out of my mouth
I had a voice
I was never mute in fact I was singing
Like a opera house I displayed my anguish

While holding her in my arms close to my head
I tried to make sense of this life
The words still do not come out right
Unable to soar without my love
Due to the loss of these wings
So graceful she was

Maybe another day
Someday besides today
Until then I follow these drawings to the best I can