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.
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