In this hospital room everything is mint-colored and between the little girl with the broken leg and the old man who is dying there is a thin curtain. They have never seen each other. Each night the little girl sings to the old man. He always wants to hear the same song. She doesn’t [...]
I think of you still in
the morning and mostly in
the night when
I dip into myself I
think of you
I whisper all the
things I want to tell you all
of the small meaningless
items of the day mean
something to me and
maybe to you.
I think of you still after every bad
conversation and when he touches
the small of [...]
