Monday, June 22, 2009


I didn’t think you would be here.
So I’m lying next to you and listening
to the sound of the click
that used to come from your chest.
The absence of it.

I’ll rouse slowly, bring myself round
and head upstairs to count off your drugs
one by one into my palm.

The One-Minute Writer: Today's Writing Prompt: Bed

No comments:

Post a Comment