Off you rode on your new bike,
me praying you’d be alright….
you coming home and nothing but smiles,
laughter and joy as you rode away miles
spent some time chatting and off you flew
enjoying something raw and new….
and then you turned white and your brown eyes grew wide
My tummy churned deep inside
You emailed the doc…why I ask?
I was short of breath riding you said with a sigh….
You left for work and I was stunned
No response I felt so dumb
called the doc, I hate to wait
for him to call back
when I’m in this state….
are you okay? I text you at work
you respond back just like a jerk
sorry my love is what I mean
parenting doesn’t stop at eighteen
I sit here and write
I stop and start
damn it damn it
your broken heart
—-I hate HCM heart disease