50-50 chance

The doctor said

In the cardiac room

As she's lying in bed

There's a pan on the floor

Filled with something black

I need to know

I'm afraid to ask

I hug you

I hum to you

I've come to you

I touch you

I tell you

I love you

I sing to you

Bring to you

Anything

Her little heart

It beats so fast

Her body trembles

With the effort to last

I hug you

I hum to you

I've come to you

I touch you

I tell you

I love you

I sing to you

Bring to you

Anything

She's going home

Tomorrow at ten

The question is

Will she try it again?