And so it seems its time to stand in line amongst the “what ifs”
Receiving just enough to wait around…… the endearment of sore feet.
The distinctive sound of an ambulance. The mundane look of a passerby.
The uncertain stillness when the clock strikes that minute when life sways to death.
The blur, the draining of color, the permanent stain of grey.
Again the staring glares of a passerby. Mystified with curiosity. The” what if” burned into the pupils of their eyes.