Disconnected

I dialled and paused before

Pressing connect

Not really wanting to talk-

To ask the question.

And then, in answer to

Your voice – that

Word, the crux

The focus was gone leaving

An empty mind

To be filled by your presumption.

       ‘Your biopsy? ...Let me look...

       Oh! They’ve only arrived...’

The sound, the footsteps

On a cold hard floor.

Whispering. Silence.

Cold hard steps.

And your voice had changed.

A deeper more masculine voice, composed by breath.

Words- ‘...Left side clear’

(or was it right?)

       'Right side - slight trace...

(Or was it left?)

       Can be treated....

                 Appointment...

                          Not extensive...

                          Can be treated...

                 Obviously concerned...

       Decide on treatment...

       Letter...’

Do you mean.......?

       ‘Yes... but just a trace...

                 More tests... bones...

                          Spread...

                 Can be treated...

       You decide.’

Let you know.... ... ... . 

Spring 2011