He waited
in a cheap hotel
room.
Drumming his worn fingers
on equally worn
side tables.
She was never late
unless she had somewhere
better to be.
He learned that
the hard
way.
Completely uncensored thoughts and observations, about most anything. Non Fiction #87 // Poetry #193 © Papyru... More
He waited
in a cheap hotel
room.
Drumming his worn fingers
on equally worn
side tables.
She was never late
unless she had somewhere
better to be.
He learned that
the hard
way.