This was revised just a bit from when it first appeared. Just one word was changed.

Title:  Come
Author:  Bob Freye

 
she sits askew
in her chair
spilled
over one wheel

her fragile
bones will not
support her
any more

as
I rush past
from visiting
another resident

her feeble voice
squeaks out
“Brenda,
please come!”

the words
fall
desolate
at my feet

and haunt me
as I
hurry
to my car