And, I wept

This memory poem is about my stay at CarePartners, a rehabilitation center, after suffering the consequences of a stroke. I penned this poem a few years later.

My ex-wife and my daughters were long gone.

While outside I was turning my wheelchair left, right, left, right.

Next, as I came to an incline, I scraped my shoe on the driveway.

I came down hard. There were people in the driveway but no one helped.

I cruised up the ramp and turned right at the front doors.

The hallways were empty.

I got to my cubby.

And, I wept.