when i was somewhat in shape
to leave the hospital for a while
and I headed to your house because
mine just didn't feel like home.
I knocked wearily and waited till
a big man with calloused hands and
angry eyes looked down at me
skeptically and
when I asked
for you, Polly
the door was shut in my face
and I stood there until you
appeared out of the window and
started climbing down.
-j.c.
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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-
