The Lover of You : The Surgeon in Me

If I had died, just to be by your side
would you not still weep in the wake of my demise?
And if I had initially lied just to be by your side,
would you still lay awake at night with bloodshot eyes?
What if I had split open your ribs, in search of your heart
with a surgeon's attention to detail and art...?
Would you still lay, splayed open, and say:

"Don't you ever... ever go away."

No. You'd just scream and scream
until your sure I know exactly what you mean.
And in an obscene dream,
you'd see me and believe, finally.
That it isn't me that has ever been your greatest need
but something less attainable
but something you are doomed to find
as soon as you are stable.