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Waiting Room 239

In the waiting room, Room 239,
   where we were all... waiting
A young girl and her brother, or maybe it was her friend,
   played with an old tennis ball
   They rolled it back and forth across a table, laughing
Then, I don’t know why,
   her happy face began to frown
   and her face, no, with her entire body, she began to cry
   and she cried until she stopped...
   and then she smiled
And I thought
   if only I could cry like that girl
   If only I could cry...
But I didn’t really know her grief
   just as you don’t really know mine
   and crying doesn’t always help
   and the fiercest love may fail
In the waiting room, Room 239,
   where we were all... waiting

 

 

 – Revised, September 24, 2013 –