My sleepless eyes strain
to decipher the cursive
writing in that foiled note;
I had refused to give her
a hug in morning
and now I will never
be able to squeeze
her tightly in my arms

JG

What’s So

special about me
after my mates are gone?

Nobody to talk to.
They left before I could say goodbye.

They bleed and I don’t.
No reason. I went to their leaving.

I can’t hug them.
They are so cold

Wish I could have left.
At the same time.

Wish I could be as cold.
No reason.

PB