The last session

Approaching the waiting room

Perche still and scared on a seat

Her palms sweaty, palpitations

Wondering, scanning the room

Does she slip away quietly

Or grit her teeth and stay put

Moments pass in the blink of an eye

A figure of authority awaits me

Greeting me with kindness

Sitting almost opposite me

Silence with noticeable sadness

The last session — an ending

A dread, abandoned — empty

A talk of moving on but why?

Therapy ending on your say so

Not mine, how’s that fair?

Helped to my feet, she speaks

Her words etched on my soul

‘I wish nothing but the best for you'

Holding her arms out

Her last question, can I hug you?

Sad, scared but quietly replying…yes

We stood for a moment embraced

Before ending our last session

Photo Credit:Priscilla Du Preez