Waiting Room at 10:03
you saw me wrong.
upside down,
like a bible turned over
in the hands of a sinner.
i saw you
the way a dog sees a thunderstorm.
head tilted,
waiting for it to pass,
or for the sky to split open.
you in that gown,
standing like a kid who just learned what
shame feels like.
i almost said something soft.
almost reached out.
but then i remembered what you said
the last time i tried to be gentle.
the waiting room had no colour.
just beige walls
and the ticking sound
of time packing its bags.
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