Pain escapes his eyes and stains his cheeks
Does she know what she's causing by fighting the end?
Doctor smiles wide to shake my hand
I hate that I feel rude not smiling back
He asks again how long (not long now)
There is a dusty cobweb on the ceiling
I've never noticed it before, must've always been there
Nurse fidgets with some papers and bottles
Questions asked, doctor jokes and laughs too loud
Irrational voice in my head hates her
One room dying, another crying, in a heavy house
Thick and tired air between us and he is falling into it
Only seen him cry three times
Once for fate
Once for her
Now for himself

         I never realized how bad the front door sticks
                   Must've always used the back