Poem: Week 12

There was blood on the floor,

and there was a call – and I

ran out from work, after explaining

the rush – and home quickly to get

the keys, and then driving through

Sunday traffic to the hospital. I remember

saying to myself, alone in the car,

“I’m coming, I’m on my way, I’ll be

there so soon” and my heart was

in my mouth as  I was desperate to

find a park. I cou…