The Exchange

The Exchange.

A white room.
Cold.

She steps in,
"Hello."
He greets her,
"Please sit."

Names exchange,
Identity.

She speaks,
Soft.
She lies down,
Repressed.

She speaks,
"I'm going crazy."
He listens,
Heard.

She speaks,
"I need help."
He listens,
Nods.

She speaks,
Drone.

Minutes tick by,
Time.

He writes,
Scribbled.
He listens,
Analyze.

She speaks,
Fury.
He looks up,
Flickered.
She speaks,
Immersed.
He watches,
Observant.

She speaks,
Trembling.
He sits back,
Indulged.
She speaks,
Tears.
He nods,
Amusement.

She speaks,
Weeping.
He nods,

SYMPATHY.

She speaks,
Hopelessly.
He listens,
Interpreting.

Clock strikes,
Two.

She stands,
Departure.
She walks,
Gone.

He stretches,
Yawn.

She walks,
Relief.
He sits,
Unfamiliar Burden.

She walks,
Feather.

He sits,
Weight.

She leaves,
Left It behind.

He stays,
It's now with him.


-A.L.Ternative June 8th, 2008