I called the hospital
to see if you were there,
not expecting
you actually would be.
Gave the lady your name,
not thinking I’d hear:
“intensive care, love.”
Messaged your brother,
not ready for:
“induced coma, darl.”
This isn’t you.
You who at 61,
sprints to betting houses
without breaking a sweat,
who traipses 50km daily
just to feed the cats,
who carries boulders for a living,
who does 100 pushups in quick succession.
This isn’t you.
And you have to wake up.