[51] – Forgave
The boy sat in
The hospital bed.
Nothing serious
But he had to stay overnight.
The clock ticked
2am
But all he could do
Was stare at the
Too plain ceiling
Wondering if maybe
Both of them had
Silently forgiven.
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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
