( i hate this one)

[wip]

You held me as I drifted
through foreign land and sea.
Sweat poured down my forehead
and the color drained from me.
My breaths were short and shallow,
my heart not a steady throb.
And through all of this you held my hand,
staying true to your self-assigned job.
The sickness overtook me,
but my mind was elsewhere, lover.
And until my one last breath was drawn,
you seemed intent to hover.