In the waiting room.

In the white.

Did it happen this morning?

Or did it happen last night?

This can’t be real,

So why make a big deal?

But the tears begin to flow.

And that’s when I know.

My heart is steel.

Her heart has stopped.

Our future plans, must now be dropped.

I close my eyes and see you there.

Then I scream and cry “It isn’t fair!”

My scattered mind, wondering about your pale face,

Praying that the memories will never be effaced.

Hugging a stranger, holding her tight,

Nodding teary-eyed as she says “It’ll be alright.”

But I’m not so sure.

I don’t know.

I may never recover from my wretched autumn woe.