Chilled Corridor by Linda Downs

 

I hurry down the chilled corridor

It’s the quickest way to A&E

My mind whirling like a wind chime

Hoping for the best

But fearing the worst

Then I see you waving

From the shadow’s up ahead

A sob of relief breaks free

You make a heart shape

Bring it close to your chest

My tears spilling

Blinding me

I fumble in my pocket for a hanky

When I look up, you’re gone

I break into a run

Knowing already

I'm too late

To catch you up

 

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0 #1 Lynn 2021-07-11 07:02
Love this ❤️
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