Today I looked in the eyes of a woman I did not know
Laying quietly across from one another in a hospital corridor
Twice my age, quietly breathing the end of her story
I looked in her eyes and they seemed to mirror my own
I saw fear, sadness and loneliness in my reflection
Hers, the same deep brown as mine and tilted in similar bend
Yet, they were somewhere else
A place I didn’t know, a place that made me uncomfortable
As we laid quietly in our separate but shared space, I thought is this what it is all about?
Do we eventually end up in a corridor alone?
No comfort of love, no familiarity of a life known or lived?
No hand holding ours, no last I love you?
Does our story end with a stranger in a hall, the only comfort our own?
I couldn’t help but feel my life had been deeply scratched for a reason unknown
Something of this was meant to echo
Was it meant to reverberate a space?
Is it meant for me to open or close?
I really don’t know
I hope she could feel that I saw her life beside me and I felt her soul
I have to believe in the end
It is about something more
Than being alone in a corridor