I'd sleep on the white tile lobby floor
And pace until the time to visit starts
The bright lights are on but I'm away. . .
How nervous a voice sounds on the phone
You agree when you check in at the desk
Permission and trust in every move
I'd be beside you when they're done
But I'll have to wait until I can call
The blood kept you home while I was gone
They left you a note when you woke up:
"Don't be alarmed by wooden spirits"
There won't be a need for you to call
Excuses for careless doctor errors
Acceptance by all past patients
Have allowed for a cold disclaiming note
The warning is there, no need to call