November 10, 2015

Window


I go to see you
in the hospital,
each hallway
opening onto another,
each nursing station
manned by fewer people,
until, at last,
I'm walking down
a silent corridor,
finding your room
at the very end,
your name and mine
cut deep in the door.
both of us happy
I've finally arrived,
even as the walls
draw ever closer,
easing us toward
the waiting window,
as we stare into
one another's eyes,
so certain of what
we're looking for.