#490 I don't know why

And i should have accompanied and made the walk

but i sat in my chair with Grief and Shock

And she faced alone

black female red on ceramic white

illuminated by hospital fluorescents

And something was born and something died

And something died and something was born

She emerged

pale

flush

Hello's and Goodbyes had been spoken in silence

Something grew from the composted sadness

Some product of conception on the other side of the door

And I fight to understand my misconceptions

The nurse's face, the other place