Friday, April 7, 2017

Forwarding


So, he almost died.
Almost.
He is still in the hospital
almost dead.

His life will change
if he lives
through it.

He is in a world of hurt.
Give it time.
It is all he has.

(neither of us know him)
Yet we knew why
he almost died.

There is knocking next door.
Without an answer,
it must be the wrong address. 


Image By Tore Sætre (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0)], via Wikimedia Commons.

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