Cold, cold air

Stuffy room

Medicine smell

“Don’t pull at your hair”

Don’t tell me what to do

Tapping feet to the soft music

It’s meant to sound good

It’s a headache

This chair gets uncomfortable

When you’ve been sitting in it for

An hour

She’s probably not coming

Like last time

And the time before.

Then the lady leaves

She claims she will be back

I’ve learned that’s a lie

I’m alone with my tears

For a minute or so

The door swings open

“You have five minutes”

Relief fills my heart

I fall into my mothers arms

She smells like she did

Four months ago

Tears stain her dress

As she brushes my hair

And whispers words

I do not care

I’m finally here, with her

…

I hear the door open

My fingers find her soft hands

But they pulled me away

And I let out a scream

no

No

NO

I held her hand tight

And I wasn’t ever letting go

I never thought

That her hands

Could leave mine first

Why did she let go?