I stand alone at the hospital window looking down. Votive lamp lights burn their nighttime vigil over a parking lot devoid of white horses and golden chariots, no gladiators or princes to ward off the phantom who silently glides out the back door, no hope of happily ever after. It's just me and the parking lot, a gaping carless receptacle where earlier I could not find a single space to park my car. It now stands like the catacombs of old, mournfully vacant.

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