The white walls smell like sick
the clean kind of  sick and
I don't want to be here.
"We are going to see him now"
"Alright" scrunching up my face
The elevator dinged, I pulled my sleeves
down over my hands
"They can't come in"
"Why?"
"They must be 16"
"But they might ever see him again"
"Thats the policy"
I pulled up my hood and walked away
Shrugged away their goodbyes
"Come on lets go"
"Alright" I took her hand
and we left to wait in the overly plush waiting room,
watching a TV with nothing on,
and looking out a picture window
at the concrete roof of the building below.