The Third Tuesday:
Conversations with the Doctor

the futility of facades. deep down he feels like a fraud.
the polished veneer of his persona masking the emptiness of his existence
doctor S, for all his wordly experience and years of living, fails to discern the true character of this rogue
you are a young man with a heart he says
secretly, he wishes this was the son he never had
but he doesn't yet know the extent of his deception
one that might compel him to retch in disgust
a true wolf in sheep's clothing
he will never live up to your expectations, doctor S.
but, hopefully not for want of trying
the audacity of hope, might even be too much to ask for