Hurt

Hurt

He lay in pain in the intensive care unit.

The accident broke every bone in my brother’s face.

And others as well.

External wiring wired to a man made frame

And connected to the bone structure of his face

Held his cheek and eye socket in place

And the other structure pulled the bones of his face into place.

He did not, could not know I was there.

His face shattered and bloody

Touched my very soul.

I took deep breaths

With too much time between.

I hurt with him.

Tears filled my eyes.

Tears filled my heart.

My soul suffered with him.

Compelled to leave his side,

I stepped into the hall,

Exhaled, and my nose began to bleed

In sympathy I suppose.

I saw him frequently in the days to follow.

My nose bled every time.

I love him, my dear brother!

Billy R. Masten

01/26/10