Nurse murmurs something Unreadable They talk to my mother She’s almost in tears “Well what does this mean?” I faintly hear As I wait They escort me in I glance to see… “Room 204” My mother With her pinkish, tearful eyes And she hardly cries But now She’s vulnerable As she never is “...What’s going on here?” I manage to squeak out “...precautionary action is essential…” My mother nods “Precautionary action? Mom?” My mother ushers me away “We’ll talk in the car LiLi” “We’ll monitor, closely” She nods again “For now, we should re-evaluate in two weeks” I don’t think I’m okay Scratch that I’m not okay And yet I’m in the car We don’t talk Silent Not even music I don’t even try Still Pure silence Why mom What’s going on Am I W I L T I N G Forever Please Never Let me go I love you mom
