In the doctor’s office I hear a piano playing,
and I think of you.
We sit across a candlelit table in a deep blue club,
your eyes a cool hand laid upon my cheek -
our smiles entwined.
We dance through the soft lit shadows,
the piano player smiles and our hips sway gently -
your cheek warm and velvet against mine.

The door opens and the white-coat comes in.

He sits on his plastic metal chair, but won’t look at me.

He looks away anyway, and speaks.

I look away too.

Assent is murmured, and the door closes behind him.

I hear a piano playing, and you hold me in your arms.
Our hips sway gently in the soft lit shadows,
Our eyes closed, your forehead cool and gentle
and laid against mine.