diagnosis

and when you sit in an empty room

all alone with yourself

a sink

a chair

the wallpaper aged and stark

and you feel that your luck

might have just run out

you understand

what time means

and how many days

weeks

years

that are maybe left

perhaps you have to fear a bit

the wasted days

the slow minutes

the short hours

and how you don’t use them

as the sand silently

slips through your hands

the longing to keep your heart

beating

on the good side of life

no regrets

because one day

in that empty room

someone might enter

bearing bad news

your life will flash by

in a minute

you will feel a panic rush

all that you didn’t do

maybe didn’t love enough

so you vow

to go to war

and fight to win

all inside yourself

t cells and antibodies

you fall to your knees

pray and hope

someone is listening

because on days like these

you reach for all the friends

you oh so badly need

because we all know

tragically

that there is always an end

every day begin again

so do not think

it will not happen to me

it will never suffice

in the theory of our lives

it is in love

that we give ourselves away

and on our very last day

it is in love we leave

our souls

swirl around the earth

hugging all we loved

we whisper goodbye

once again

we find ourselves

so all alone

and in the tragedy of us

we fly away

- patty

art- “the doctor” by pepijn simon