It’s Always Only Been You
by Emi Wood Scully
This poem is about a very scary evening when my mother (who is also my best friend in the entire world) became ill and had to go to the ER for testing. While I anxiously waited for her phone call, I reflected on a time period, in the past, when our circumstances were reversed.
It’s Always Only Been You
late October
Nighttime
too close to Halloween
feeling eerie
Feels
like a space that
used to be my mine
No place for a Best in Show
ribbon
you placed
on my bulletin board
Incentive to
“get the hell out of here”
Insensitive
onlookers
when
Only your voice
on the phone
Only
Clanking heels on shiny
Vinyl
Pass my door
At the mercy of
time
standing still
Waiting
for results
Only the sound
of privacy curtains
Only
Dragging across its track
Exposure
Concealment
set apart
from you
and those
not
anchored
to laboratory
findings
Now
I wait
and you
only
waver between saline
and
the incessant sound
of beeping
monitors
abandoned
