[50] – Asleep
Wrinkled hospital covers
Blanketed the girl’s face.
She had fallen asleep,
Waiting for the boy to wake.
“Visiting hours are over,”
The nurse had said.
So the boy replied
“Let her 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
