Roped

It seemed so simple. 

Sitting in that

Waiting room chair. 

Reading Smithsonian,

Bright lights and vague

Hospital odours. 

The table to my

Right

Separates

Me from the other, empty

Chair when I realise it

Is

No longer empty. 

Occupied now by

Another, waiting. 

A young woman, and I

Brainless, begin to babble

About old cartoons and

Supermarionation which she's

Probably too young to

Remember. 

Those eyes. 

It was her eyes. 

Sparkling as diamonds which

Left me with

Brainlock. 

Eyes,

Twin lassos. 

I never had a chance.