The Comfort of Fluorescent Strangers

Driving to the hospital, you crack jokes. Jokes about hate, and wanting to leave. Those aren’t really jokes. The truth is so easily heard. I didn’t even have to say anything. The silence suffocated you. So you suffocated me back. Rubbing my back, Kissing my cheek, Holding my hand. You knew I didn’t want it. My “attitude” said it all. The fluorescent lights blinded me. I didn’t want to see anyway. When the nurses came in, They put me to sleep. They smiled and told me I was strong. They made me believe it. I found more comfort in strangers, Than I ever did with you.