Wasn't sure if it was a Sacred Heart,
Or merely a blood donation thank-you badge.
He flicked a knowing smile at my whisky:
"A been-there son" paternal gaze,
My stomach leaped as he placed
The leaflet under my chaser,
And promptly exited:
A counterpunch of empathy
In a day spent indoors,
Blanking the present,
Creating future memories.