You ask my name and when I tell
I ask you if you’re feeling well.
Your face shows your fears.
I stand to leave you say ‘hello’,
You’re back with me, your face aglow.
My face streaked with tears.
And when I’m gone I’m soon forgot.
You feel that you’ve been left to rot.
To wait as end nears.
Nurses bustle round your bed,
Talk as though you’re almost dead.
Winds down its gears.