WHISPERS

🌾 AIRBORN ILLNESS 🌾

I'm sick with the flu.

Where did I catch it?

From a pretty girl.

No she didn't sneeze.

Neither did she cough on me.

We simply spent time together.

We hugged goodbye.

As if we'd never.

See each other again.

Now I'm home.

Laying in my bed.

Ill with the flu.

Yes I swallowed medicine.

To try to stop it in it's wake.

Yet it hasn't left me.

And that was a week ago.

Is the girl over the flu?

She rang me last night.

Rejoicing over the death.

Of the unlikable illness.