Vigil.
At 11 in the pm
He rings back
“Hello”,
“How is it?” she asks
(Sighs) “It's bad.”
“How many did you treat today?”
“only 2” his lips hung
For only the day had not
She said,
‘This will all be alright’?
‘When are you coming back’?
A testament to his insistence
& if, maybe her vigil had a purpose
Gulping back her tears, she says
‘it will be okay, even if it won't
The line disconnects
& he walks back to the care unit,
Frightened, but hopeful.

