When you came up with me from the car to my hospital room,
I was holding back tears,
Maybe you were too.
You had been told to pray in my ears
While I lay in my bed and tried to sleep.
But you didn’t believe too much in prayers,
In what they could do for me.
But you refused to take any risks,
So despite your doubts,
You bent down
And whispered your prayer in my ear.
And then you stood up,
All business again,
Nurse-like,
And I really wished to have my friend back.
You gave me a tight smile,
One so tight that I became afraid to say good bye,
In case my voice wobbled and I cried.
So I closed my eyes
And heard you go
And heard the door
Close gently behind you.
And I let the tears slip,
Wetting the pillow.
And I let the darkness envelope,
As your shampoo scent mingled
With the one of the hospital food.