Waiting

Heart sinking to your feet.

Glaring up from your seat in the hospital waiting room.

You can feel the pain, the silence, the desperation.

The air is suffocated by anticipation and

anguish. But there is a peaceful sense of connection.

There is comfort in knowing you are not the only one.

The only one in anxious waiting.

Should I look over at the person next to me?

Maybe I should go hug the person across the room?

I do not know, and neither do they.

Waiting, a slow crippling death.