Three months
That's how long it's been
Since Arizona lost her leg
And Derek damaged his hand
That time seems so short
Three months
It takes less than that
To fade away
The time went by
A day at a time
Until days become months
And those months became today
Three months
Since they decided
They were meant to be
And where he found out
She was waiting for him
Three months
It doesn't seem as long
As it should
And that time will never
Be enough
Five o'clock
It doesn't mean much
To someone who doesn't understand
But to them it sacred
But also scary
Five o'clock
You're never supposed to know
When death will come
But sometimes
In special cases we do
Three months
A short while ago
Everything was okay
Five o'clock
Another piece of our world
Will break away
Its time
Flat line
Another piece breaks away.
Mark Sloan
1968-2012