This is a poem that I wrote that could fit into any of the ER relationships. It could be from Abby to Carter, Neela to Gallant, Carol to Doug, Abby to Luka, even Neela to Ray. Well everyone, I hope you like it.

Painting a Picture of My Heart

When you're away I lie in bed, thinking.

I wonder what the picture of my heart would look like without you in it.

And I suppose that it would be beautiful from far away-

but with every step closer you would notice that it's missing something.

The emotion, the joy each decrease with each foot forward.

My heart would be nothing more than a hole with

fluff surrounding it.

This fluff the only thing saving my soul from deadly depletion.

I know that I would try to paint over the gap in the picture

frantically paint all that is missing-

But the heart smarter than that.

The sympathy from others at the spread of our news would simply wash the fresh paint away-

the constant reminders erasing more of the fluff.

Our love has been burnt in the process.

The true love recipe was misread and now the platter with the repulsive love has been cleared.

Now we can start over.

1/3 Faith

1/3 Trust

1/3 Fun

But is that truly the recipe?

Can we get through everything that we seem to get into?

I always wonder what life would be like without you.

It would be simpler yes, but less

amazing.

I would miss your smile

And the feeling that I get when you look at me and see more than just the outside.

But what I would miss most of all is

the feeling of your love.

When I wake up in the morning without your arms around me I would think of the recipe

and I would question what went wrong.

Was it too much faith?

Too much trust?

And then I would think of life with you.

Remembering everything we went through to get to where we were.

And how foolish it was to throw it all away.

I would do anything within the power of my wholly heart to get it back.

The feelings of loneliness and sorrow would be my fuel.

The bare thought of living with out you pushing me farther and farther.

Not knowing if you'll accept my plea

And knowing that the hard task of sorting everything out would still be ahead.