The phone rings.
It is 3 am.
“Hello?”
I can hear the dead silence;
the house is does not move.
It feels like years
before I hear my mom say
“What?”
The next morning there is luggage
at our front door.
The plane ride feels empty.
We are there
The white walls
surround us.
The rooms are filled with people.
A person in blue points us towards the room:
We see him,
his body limp, covered in scars,
he does not move,
in his white room
with a single light hanging over the bed
As I look, I wonder
what will happen next.
