I start my job, night to dawn,

Wearing a name tag that shows my name is John.

Patients are coming and going, in and out.

But, some don’t go out.

I look in my bag with tools, and I see a note,

Unsure of what it wrote.

It reads, “I’m coming, Lory, don’t worry. You won’t be alone anymore, when I come let me through the door. I’ll see you soon and I love you.”

I was not certain of why this was here,

until I remembered a Pierre

Talking about his late wife,

If I can remember right.

I run to his room, and see that his heart

Has stopped beating, and apart

Of me felt broke.

All he did was have a miniature stroke.

I took a moment and thought,

“Is this the right timing? The right spot?”

He wants to be with his wife, not alone.

His soul, and hers, can rest in peace for eternity.