Leaving
The distant sound of chanting pirith
the chirping crickets
A few rain drops falling
The chill in the air wrapping around my feet
The rickety chair heaving at my sisters weight
And the feeling...
The feeling which churns in my stomach
The feeling that tightens my heart
The occasional glance at the time
And the sickening realization that sinks in to me
A few more hours before I leave..
Copyright © Nizy Minzz | Year Posted 2019
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