Tag: Old friends
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When old friends die
Insomniac awake all night Three a.m., not a breath of air coming in the open window, not a sound. I lie awake listening to the silence. The cat jumps onto the window sill and stares into the night. She sees things that I cannot see. Suddenly she turns, jumps down and races into the darkness…
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Loneliness is a son of a bitch
Tonight, a bad night, I phoned, messaged and emailed the few relatives and friends I have left and got no response from any of them. But never say die.
Mary Saves the Day 