Dramatic Monolouge in Syllabic Verse

This one is pure fiction.

GIRL sits in a plastic chair in a hospital waiting room holding a coffee cup.

GIRL:

Thanks for the coffee. This place

is getting to me. Wait don’t

 go! Could you maybe stay here?

You could sit with me in this,

horrible greenish lobby.

(beat)

Waiting rooms are purgatorial

green. Never resurrection

white. Even at a Catholic

hospital. Did you notice?

(beat)

If you stayed here we could keep

vigil for my mom tonight.

It’s Maundy Thursday after all. 

You could hold my hand and tell

me “It’ll be all right” and

it won’t matter it’s a lie,

because you love me and all

ways were a gifted liar.

(beat)

At times like this people say,

“She always knew you were one

of the good ones.” I don’t think

I can say that. You two had

your problems. But I think she’d

be happy I’m not alone.

(beat)

Well probably not. I guess

she’d say, “I was sick and you

were just hanging out with guys.

I see how concerned you were.”

It wouldn’t matter if we

were praying the rosary

or making out against the

candy machine to her. I

shouldn’t speak ill of the...ill.  

(beat looks up at the clock)

It’s Good Friday now I guess.

Oh this is a dumb idea.

I’ve been up all night. Sorry. 

Maybe I could just rest my

head on you for a second.

(leaps up)

No! Why are you even here?

I don’t ever hear from you,

then suddenly you show up!

Why? To see what a mess I

am? You win okay? You win.

You win this fucking break up.

(beat)

Don’t be like this? How else should

I be? Tell me how to act.

Because I don’t have a clue.

Did you come to see me be

a mess? Or to be some sort

of Prince Charming? Come to save

me? That’s cruel to do to

somebody who still loves you.

(beat)

Okay! I still love you. Fine.

Now that I’ve said it, just leave.

We both know you want to.

You’ve been trying leave since

you got here. I can just tell.

(beat)

What’s wrong with us? Good people

don’t act like this. You should go...

or you could stay a little.