they call it love

They call it love

We sit in the hospital waiting room

when your name is called

You get up slowly still wearing a crutch.

You walk a bit lopsided.

Your coat is inside out

this is because it’s raining

and you want to protect the colour.

You are elderly now, but still beautiful inside.

Feel like getting up embracing you,

but instead get up and have coffee

in the vending machine. 

 

◄ dreaming right

spring ►

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