Your working tonight,
so i can't text you.
A shift in the hospital,
all the night through.
But when you get home,
There will be waiting for you.
This poem i write to remind you,
to open your mail,
and see what i wrote.
The questions and answers,
they put me in thought.
And i agree with all that you said,
especially the bit about the bed.
Look what i write,
and you will see.
We are on a road to discovery.
