Ms. J. Doe

Jane Doe

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

­~Alisa Hutton

Invisible

invisible

November air biting at her loneliness

Hurting just enough

Please look away, she feels your discomfort

Wait, maybe that is hers

Blink a little longer

I am sure your apathy will cheer her up

Emotionless silence always polishes the rock in just the right way

You wouldn’t want to have to change your dinner plans

Worry not

Her invisible ways make her heart echo with grace

She will be available to bless you with good thoughts when she finds her smile again

Mannered and bred as she was, her imposition of sadness is kept safe in her heart at dawn and quietly discarded at 4 am

This is the universal time for those who are not seen to shake their souls of their heavy hearts

Can you hear it?

Completely

Politely

Effortlessly

Invisible

Don’t blink too long

After all

You might miss her

~Alisa Hutton