hopeful darkness

This is a short poem of my experience through one of my partners' worst seizures. Hospital experience was sub optimal. remember when you were in the hospital I called the ambulance remember the blinds changing colours I was hospitable nurses asking, "Are you good, you full?" I wasn't as hospitable I kept my composure saying thanks to keep the peace I wasn't pleased with the feast tried to keep the ease a drunk was to our left that she had pain in her chest another injection would make her feel less drugs would be the best another to our right accident on an overpass with a friend he did sit hoping he didn't pass over fast with you I sat watching you're every breath hoping I wouldn't miss the best as it could've been, you're very set that you died after 15 min crest 15min seizure, 65 min till ambulance 85 till a doctor, 1920 and you lanced are you ok yeah sure babe