Friday
Doped
She asked “Don’t you miss talking with me?”
“Yes, I do, but let’s stick to what we decided”
She nodded.
The burning questions are asked again.
In a surgical stupor she repeated herself.
Yet she remembered.
Happy tenth to the both of you.

Saturday
Empty folder.
The choices remain
Oh, is everything okay?
Surgery? What happened?
Thanks! Can’t believe it’s ten already.
Yet,
An empty folder.

Sunday
Empty Old folder.
The choices remain
Oh, is everything okay?
Surgery? What happened?
Thanks! Can’t believe it’s ten already.
Are you alright?
You have got to take care of yourself.
Yeah, we are off on vacation.
Yet
An empty old folder.

Monday
Empty Old and Tired Folder
The choices remain
Oh, is everything okay?
Surgery? What happened?
Thanks! Can’t believe it’s ten already.
Are you alright?
You have got to take care of yourself.
Yeah, we are off on vacation.
Am so sorry you feel this way.
Time wasn’t right you know.
I was scared.
It will happen one day.
I know.
Yet
An empty, old and tired folder.

Tuesday
The choices:
None.
A day focused.

Wednesday
They meet.
A few thousand seconds.
Yet, he remains
Stoic.
Stubborn.
On his Belief.

She tries
A frail mind battles
Yet
Faith trickled out
Trust left behind a drought
One last call
She asked to wait
She had to set the record straight
‘We’?
It was always a ‘you’
You decided.
You left.
Letting you free
Was the hard part.

Do I know you?
Stupor from I awake
Closing the door on you?
Piece of cake.