The last time that he fell he broke our lamp;
The lamp which we had bought on honeymoon
I often sketched it, to my brain it clamped
Enduring sleepless nights in cardiac room.
The canula had torn my vein unseen.
I never knew my sheets filled up with blood;
Saturated by the god,morphine;
Had I died, such end felt almost good
Though why go to such lengths to get a high?
A paralysing pain ran down my neck.
I can rise just staring at the sky.
Without enduring such a savage wreck
The lamp is broken,shade propped up by wall
A painful memory of his fatal fall.
The lamp reminds me of his humorous love
Now my bony hands wear his dear gloves
How my heart sings 