my friend A says
be grateful
for the moments when
life smiles at you
offers you the warmth
of a hand in yours

but it is so hard
to exist in the moment
to feel, not to think
accept, not question
the gift
of another person’s
heart

what beats so strongly
in one’s own chest
can skip and fade
in another’s hands

I am grateful
for the donor

but can we have
the transplant team
standing by…

just in case?