Poem: Question

Sitting waiting for the unthinkable.

Knowing that the conversation will change the way you live.

The way you walk, the way you talk, and the way you are.

One that you do not want to have but are destined to hear.

Trying hard to hold back the tears, but they are falling like the rain last night.

Wondering what you did, and how can this be.

Time is not our friend, and it has showed us in more ways than one.

There is no such thing as tomorrow, or even later today.

When you get that call then it will all be too late.

How do you go on when you know someone else cannot?

That is the only question time has the answer to.

It is the one question I dare not to ask.