A Medical Type of Love – Joseph H. Etienne

In those days,

Our love smelled like formalin

And our eyes would furtively meet over the anatomy notes

To confirm a sweet promise–our sole tie

 

In those days

We had forsaken incredulous parents and skeptical friends.
And to change the world,

Just the two of us…

 

Our heart was filled with an impatient idealism

Tomorrow, we shall conquer dengue fever…

This evening, we will sing a requiem for malaria

This article was written by krinb1

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