"Will you come with me?"
"I don't want to go alone anymore."
His head rests against the glass window,
Sadness filters his eyes.
"Yes.....but where?''
"The hospital."
"To visit Nikki."
"She asked me to bring you."
"Me? Nikki asked to see me?"
I never even got to know her.
She looked around eight years old.
Too young to be going through any of this.
Caleb stands,
Its time for him to leave.
Like he does every day.
"Tomorrow afternoon, be ready I'll come pick you up."
YOU ARE READING
scars
Poetrythey say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe when i leave scars on my skin, im not dying, maybe im going home.
