a little procedure

the pen slipped when
the phone chimed. 
the voice of the nurse
calmed then surprised. 
it’s your turn,
she said,
follow me to the back. 
at first
he didn’t
and she didn’t
respond to that. 
instead,
he held her hand
in a way that 
seemed to say
‘remember’. 
remember the infinite 
that brought us together. 
remember our promise 
to laugh afterwards no matter the pressure. 
remember we choose 
our forever. 
remember we were good 
before we met. 
and 
remember, he said to the nurse, neither of us are ready 
to leave just yet.