There is an empty bitterness
which is sustained here.
One can't help but feel helpless
as loved ones inhale fear
and exhale possible precious breaths.
The "too clean" smell intrudes the senses,
and nervous flickers arise
as the waiting room fills with tensions.
People think of their goodbyes
just in case the worst news comes.
But then there is the expecting room,
which is a hopeful place.
"Baby is coming soon!"
"Come see her pretty face!"
And yet amidst the joy and excitement,
there are still those who don't
receive all they dreamt of,
and perhaps are unable to receive it.
Perhaps they will end up
in the other
room
sooner than expected.
I hate hospitals.