The Difference

First visit

I walk in

I take a seat

I pick up the phone and my fingers stick to it

I see her awful appearance through the inch thick glass

I see the mixture of emotions written all over her face

I speak with anger in my tone

I cry with frustration

I leave with nothing accomplished

I never thought it'd be this way.

  I walk in

  I sit down

  I see her. I didn't even recognize her.

  I let my emotions show knowing that I shouldn't

  I speak. We speak.

  I cry. We cry

  I watch her get up and leave

  I never expected to be in this place.