The lights change

4am apple pies on the road
Silently watching the dark sky turn bright
Trying to distract our thoughts away from the dooming day ahead
The frosty wind breaks against us as we walk the long path to the hospital doors
Almost as a warning to stop us and turn back
The warmth of being inside should calm me, but it seems to heat up the anxiety
The blue line seems to go on forever, but when it stops, it doesn’t seem long enough
Paper work and blood tests follow before we have to leave
The cold air is worse now
That, I’ve left part of my warmth inside.