In Sickness Poem by Elizabeth Shield

We were alone, you and I.

Though I did not ask questions,
I wondered with my eyes
As you took my temperature
and listened to my sighs.
When you brought me dinner
and you went the extra mile
I fell in love with your fingertips,
relished your kind smile,
and wished that you could stay,
if only for a while.

It hurt me more than sickness
when at last you let me go.
I had finally recovered,
but that didn't matter - no;
Teasing you was sunlight
in which my stunted heart could grow.
I wished that I could tell you,
but now you'll never know.

Oh, and I went back to see you
for any reason I procured
But though I had recovered,
I had not yet been cured
Longing for you to like me,
I could not rest assured.

Those days, they passed so quickly
and now our time has gone
But I was glad to meet you,
for in mem'ry you live on

In the quarantine I lay,
your carful eyes upon me

We were alone, you and I.