Who Heals a Doctor?

Who heals a doctor? When someone dedicates their lives to the healer’s art, to helping people, falls ill, who then heals them? These thought pulsed through my brain on the walk home. It was dark and gloomy to match my mood. I felt empty, alone, and just down. Thoughts of her kept running through my brain, while images of what could have been danced in front of my eyes, making every step I took shoot pain right to my heart. I looked back, her house grew slowly, painfully smaller, but, no, I just couldn’t. I felt like a zombie, tie and hair disheveled, walking at a slow and shuffling rhythm. Slow but steady the rain began to pound down. I looked up into the sky in despair, not even the light of the stars shone to give me comfort. Alone wet and thinking of her and how it would be too easy to ask for some company. The thought rotated slowly in my mind, replaying itself endlessly, ask her, ask her. But I continued my my journey home, every step leading me home, but drawing me farther from her. Who heals a doctor? For me, only her.