This poem is written in the point of view of a recently married woman who seems to have lost her husband during surgery. While she is waiting to hear any news about her husband, all these thoughts travel through her head. Most of the thoughts are about how they have only been married five weeks and how she hasn't even been able to have any special memories with him. "we'd been married only five weeks. I had not yet kissed into memory those places they raided to save your life." Waiting for him to wake up, she thinks of all the things that are trying to keep him alive.
I could not imagine how bad it feels losing someone that you love so quickly. Especially when you're watching them die. She is told that her husband is not dying, although he looks like it- "till unconscious, you did the death rattle on the gurney."His body is trying to warm itself up," they explained, to comfort me." It's almost like she knows he's dying no matter what anyone else says.
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