I didn’t bring a charger.
I
didn’t bring a snack.
I’m
nervous ‘cause I’m texting you
And
you’re not writing back.
The
hospital is crowded;
You
haven’t yet been seen.
You’re
thirsty and I couldn’t help;
I
think you think I’m mean.
I’m
sitting in a waiting room,
Your
sneakers in a bag.
I’m
trying to stay calm, while
All
my spirits start to sag.
This
night will stretch for hours
As
I sit alone and mope.
I
feel like I don’t have the tools
That
I will need to cope.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Right
now it’s hours later.
I
somehow made it through
And
most important, I can breathe
Since,
somehow, you did, too.
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