This wait at the doctor’s has become familiar

I watch people pass by – at first with some company

Now, I brave the fluorescent waiting room alone.

Some are elated at a new discovery

Some have faraway looks in their eyes.

But everyone, I’d like to think hangs onto hope

What if it works, What if it was a report misread

So many what ifs and could bes and shouldn’t bes.

If my phone could talk, she’d testify the hours of battery I’ve drained

Waiting. One more day. One more time.