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i'm stuck in this room
waiting
its
a
waiting room, after all
and breath should be held
but I rummage through
the assortment of
worthless magazines
that nobody ever really reads
I decide on
one with a pregnant celebrity
gracing the cover
and pretend to take interest
in her interveiw
where she just says
her other kids are already so great
as if she'd tell anyone any different.
I beleive her for a while
and jump and turn
everytime
I hear a door opening,
but its never who I want to see walking out
just some woman who couldn't
care less
that I'm not really
reading this pointless interveiw
or taking into consideration
what makeup they say she wears.
I wonder what the girl across from me
is sitting there for
and while I'm at it,
I wonder what I'm sitting here for.
and finally
I don't turn when I hear
the creak
of a sterile door
and its when
she touches me on the shoulder
and its softly
but I can't tell
if its a frail sort of soft
or reassuring sort of soft
until she smiles
and says
"Its okay, I'm not."
and we share
a smile as big
as one in a child's drawing
as we walk away from the
waiting.
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