Out Patience from the Great Society

He commanded, "Why?"
I asked her "Porqué?"

She sat with the two of us,
Eyes to the floor.

Alone he was in his Cantonese thought,
Clipboarding a third word English

Note:

"Twitching and shrugging of Δ's shoulders"

Then there was silence, nothing but silence,
More shrugging of shoulders
And eyes to the floor.

"Ay, mi Madre!"  Tears flowed like agua.
"Dios Mío!  Por favor."

Note Diagnosis:

 Acute  suicidal
Δ's depressed

Alone in Camden after his letter

"Dios Mío!  Por favor!"

Postmarked Manhattan

As Doctor Wu writes something like latin,
Hands me some chit and opens the door.