When your doctor leaves
Where do you go ?

You saw him, yes you did
Unshaved, dressed in a hurry
Dirty old glasses
On his face, a patch of dermatitis

“So what brought you here ?”

Isn’t that what he said

I bet he knew
How come he asked you about star fruit
If he didn’t know that you had calcium oxalate in your urine

He took away chocolate, greens, salt
All the good things and yet
You still liked him

Now after so many years and many doctors
Do you remember what you saw in him ?

It wasn’t appearance or being on time or the science
Nor his manner or the tone of his voice
Infact he had accent, which was hard to place
Didn’t he even say not to call him again in the middle of the night even if your stone is stuck in your pelvis ?

Did you like him because you felt that he cared ?

But you never cared for him
You called him every week, refills, this and that
You saw him gain weight, unshaved, dirty old glasses
Of blue stripe, the same three ties
You didn’t bother to ask him where he came from or what he left behind

Where do you go now
That he is leaving ?