I’ve been thinking of her,
Today and many other days. 

We were together

In the little locker room.

She seemed so much younger

And her rapid Spanish wavered.

I couldn’t talk to her
But I could tell she was struggling with her gown.

I offered to help,

Gesturing and mimicking with my own gown.

She turned her back,

And I tied the gown with shaking hands.

I sat with her,

Quiet but there,

Until we both were led to beds

And had IVs in our arms.

When I woke up she wasn’t there,

And I haven’t seen her since,

But I think of her today,

And many other days.

I know I will be fine,
That I can travel or get help,

But will she be able to,
If she needs it? 

I think of her today,

And many other days.