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Lying down and looking up at the drip drip drip Here Where before I would have said 'No, not me, too strange and not possible', But is now the normal and the everyday Here Where the air filtration system Is louder than all 6 of us in the room. We are a fairly quiet lot Here Where we come and go, All of us for treatment With lines in our arms, Speaking volumes silently, Our faces telling all manner of stories, Our hearts filling with all manner of thoughts Here Where we face ourselves Here, Now, Dealing with the hand We have been dealt Here In this place and space Where help and hope abide Here Where across from me A young couple, Each one less than half my age, He the worried patient, She the worried partner And their combined worry Deeper than the lines on their young faces, Needing hope And welcoming so the help Here.