They sit there, hands clench around each others

As if they are the others lifeboat, keeping them from drowning in their feelings.

Straighten the spine

Deep breath

Shoulder back

Walk.

They notice me out of the corner of their eyes

Before I say anything.

The rush me, asking questions

Wanting to make me their lifeboat.

I can’t be their lifeboat, though.

It’s not good, I’m sorry.

They crumple back into their chairs

The procedure was going well

Then complications that no one saw coming, arose.

I’m sorry, for your loss.

They lean on each other for comfort,

But also out of necessity as well.

Their lifeboat got a leak,

and there is no was to plug it.