Waiting Room Gothic

Tick, tock, tick, tock,
The only sound.
A whisper from a son to a mother.
It’s gone. Tick, tock.
The chairs are against the walls, sharing armrests.
No one is bothered to fight for the arm rests.
Children try to touch the chairs,
On the other side of the wall with their feet.
They can’t.
They fall.
Their mothers scold them.
The receptionist sits behind a computer.
The keyboard doesn’t make a sound.
The mouse doesn’t make a sound.
The doctor will see you shortly.
Nothing changes.