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