[49] – Hospitalized
The boy woke up in
White hospital blankets
With the girl sitting
Right beside him
Staring at him,
As if waiting for something.
Her eyes were brimmed with redness
Which she couldn’t rub away.
Neither said a word
For the past anger that held
Tension in the air.
Rain dripped down the
Hospital windows
As the girl rested
Her hand atop of his
And said,
Barely audible,
“I will stay.”
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Pluviophile
PoetryIt was a rainy day, in New York no less. One held a cup of coffee, wishing for the rain to stop. One held a hand full of old books, savouring the moment. short story #98 poetry #51
