Status: In progress
Almost Lost
Poetry
Elena liked to read. I read with her, though the majority of the words went in one ear and out the other. Peter brought lots of poetry to the hospital, saying that his sister also liked to read. Did he also say that she read auto-biographies? Maybe that was just Elena.
A man and woman kept me company one night. They both cried some. Elena said that they had lost someone special to them. She couldn't tell me who. Something about having to figure it out on my own.
When Peter brought books, he also brought flowers. I mean, I think it was him. It could have been that couple.
The last time he came, Elena recited a poem to me. It was about love. Elena said that I love Peter. I didn't forget that.
A man and woman kept me company one night. They both cried some. Elena said that they had lost someone special to them. She couldn't tell me who. Something about having to figure it out on my own.
When Peter brought books, he also brought flowers. I mean, I think it was him. It could have been that couple.
The last time he came, Elena recited a poem to me. It was about love. Elena said that I love Peter. I didn't forget that.