Night Shift Interlude (Heart Monitors)

Late call, Bronx rain on the bay doors…

If you hear this, I’m between tones—just… say something.

Met you on a Tuesday, A-shift bleeding into C

You said I never text back, I said I barely sleep

Sirens in my ribcage, coffee on my teeth

Whole city on my shoulders while you’re asking what we be

I’m charting on an ePCR, feelings in the notes

Vitals stable, mine ain’t—every time your number glows

We had plans for Sunday brunch, then Sunday turned to smoke

And I’m backboard-flat with truth I’m scared to let you know

Love don’t wait for green lights, it hits like it owns the road

Heart talk in the back of the rig, secrets nobody knows

I can splint what’s broke in a limb, but not the break in my soul

If you want me, say so—before dispatch says go

You want flowers and a forecast, I got rain and alarms

You want certainty and weekends, I got scars on my arms

Trauma shears on the key ring, keep cutting off my past

Tried to pad all the sharp words, but gauze don’t make it last

BPM spikes when you call, I pace the bay and pray

Twelve-lead won’t read love right—just shows I’m out of shape

You say I live for strangers; I say I live to save

But who saves me from the ache that’s waiting off the pave?

I got a habit of kissing goodnights through a NARCAN dawn

I got a playlist of us on repeat when the city yawned

If I say I’m on my way, it’s either lights or it’s love—

Either way, I’m pulling up, hoping it’s enough

Love don’t wait for green lights, it hits like it owns the road

Heart talk in the back of the rig, secrets nobody knows

I can splint what’s broke in a limb, but not the break in my soul

If you want me, say so—before dispatch says go

Bay doors open—cold air, warm doubt

If you call, I’ll answer, no matter the route

But if we flatline tonight and the story times out…

Please know I tried to resuscitate us on every round.