The Unknown

My breath caught in my throat, making it hard to breathe.
My hands trembled with each unsteady step I took towards the door.
Unsure of what was on the other side, I felt a hand push me in.

The smell of cleaning solvents overwhelmed my senses
but my heart still tightened at the sight of her pale, drugged face.
Cold and unwelcoming; this was not her.
This was not our reunion.

The silence was deafening; the muffled intercom was the only companion I had.
Warmth came only from the steady, mechanical beeping
of her heart, followed by the deep, labored breathing
I only came to appreciate that night.

The sky turned bright and full of hope,
that signaled the beginning of a new chance.
Things might actually be okay.
My eyes raced to take it all in.
My mind scrambling to find the comfort I desperately needed.
The sounds of a faint lullaby echoed through the building,
carrying innocence back into the room and back into her life.
Everything will be okay.