Two weeks before

maybe three

and my news could be different.

In place of helpless posture

you would see

an enabler of healing

what failed?

My research which

has not approached the depths

to remedy your ailment?

Your kidneys?

Could they have borne a moment longer

till relief was afforded...

Now I come to you without words

to recall the cocky sureness

you first greeted me with.

No speech to comfort your mother

who must now look to years of looking for a way

so your blood can be cleaned.

In wake of my distasteful words

dreams drop to the earth

with a clatter that resounds

the dull finality

I witness with my soul

in your eyes as you

understand

I cannot heal.