Rushing through sirens, hearts pounding in time,
To the scene where pain claimed a lover’s sweet crime.
Joanna, lost to shadows, fragile and pale,
In our frantic embrace, her spirit set sail.
Naked and exposed, beneath the cold light,
Her vulnerability haunting, a ghost in the night.
We worked in silence, our breaths intertwined,
Each moment a heartbeat, a passion enshrined.
With every compression, we pleaded for breath,
In this dance with the darkness, we challenged her death.
The defibrillator’s hum sang a mournful refrain,
As we placed the paddles gently, through anguish and pain.
“Clear!” we cried, as the current surged high,
A spark in the stillness, a chance to defy.
Her body jolted, a shudder, a gasp,
In that fleeting second, we tightened our grasp.
“Stay with us, Joanna,” we whispered, hearts bare,
Caught in a whirlwind of hope and despair.
Her nakedness echoed the rawness we felt,
An intimate bond in the fear that we dealt.
Through the chaos we pressed, each second a plea,
Our hearts raced in tandem, her spirit a key.
With every heartbeat fought, we clung to the dream,
Yet shadows grew longer, fading light in the stream.
In the glow of the ER, where life’s threads entwine,
We stood on the edge, where sorrow meets time.
And though we are strangers, in this dark, tender fight,
We loved her, dear Joanna, through the gathering night.