I think my time is
few and
I need to say
everything I couldn't say.
I tried to speak to you
with this lump in my throat
but, to no avail.
scribbled words would suffice
because I know you'd never stay
and listen.
p o l l y, you never were a listener,
and neither were I.
YOU ARE READING
❝ p o l l y ❞
Short Storyin which; a boy with leukaemia writes to a girl that goes by the name Polly. lower-case intended. all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 | -retrospect-