Hey Laura, thank you. This poem was written one afternoon after visiting a young guy I had followed at the hospital for a few years. He had a bad heart, often keeping him distant and far from his home. He had recently got so sick he had to have a transplant. When I walked into his room I expected a smile but only got a look, questioning, “Why do I still feel so bad?” He did crack a slight smile when I said goodbye. When I got home I wrote this poem.