The Heart Doctor.

Diplomas hung upon his walls
A stethoscope slung around his throat.
He floated through the hospital halls
A King entrapped by his own moat.
He regarded the praises like scattered seeds,
Not letting them settle long enough to bloom;
Unlike the other surgeons,
He would keep a mask on after leaving the operating room.

There was a girl that he once loved,
But he chose his love of science.
Once the equations were solved and the calculations absolved,
He realized the error of his heart’s defiance.
So he wore his mask of cool content,
Busying himself with saving lives.
“I’ve made my millions fixing the hearts of citizens,
Why can’t I do the same for mine?”

Because love stories always come with a twist,
He was shocked to find her one afternoon.
After his years of waiting, it was ironic to see
She was the one in the Waiting Room.
She needed a doctor to mend her heart
And he requested to be the one to save her.
Because he was a surgeon, he worked behind a curtain
And she was not aware of her savior.

His steady hands trembled for once in his life
As he parted her chest like the sea.
There lying before him: a girl’s heart, broken,
“My love, you look just like me.”
He held her heart like a promise
And in his hands he held his mistakes.
“My love, stay with me,
And I’ll see you when you wake.”

The Heart Doctor never failed;
The procedure was a success.
But before he pieced her together again,
He whispered into her chest
The years of suppressed passion
That had caused him a lonely pain.
He spoke straight to the heart of the love he felt
And watched it spread throughout her veins.

Later that day as she recovered,
The Heart Doctor prepared to visit her.
But as he stepped to where she slept,
He found that someone was with her.
The visitor sat on her bed and he held her
He kissed the scar the Doctor left on her chest.
She gazed at this man straight from her heart
With all the love the Doctor confessed.

See, when you love somebody hard enough
You give a part of yourself away.
And even if what you sold isn’t paid back in full
You feel lighter anyway.
The Doctor’s love did not go to waste,
Though it is aimed at somebody else.
It still swims within her veins
An undying part of himself.

The Heart Doctor gazed at her one last time
Of what he once held within his hands.
He silently left before she became aware of this guest,
And she slipped through his fingers like sand.
As he returned to his sanitary kingdom,
The white-caped hero quietly closed her door.
His job was done; he had fixed her heart
Heart Doctors cannot ask for more.