We envy those who come and go.
A day. Or two. At max, a week.
And then away. Renewed or healed.
Or sometimes not with what they seek.

Regardless of their outcomes, they,
At least, are not uncertain now.
The rest of us just tap our thumbs
To WhatsApp all day: why and how.

We envy them their discharge forms.
We envy them their family.
We envy them. We envy them.
We envy them. But happily.