Small Hours
By TheShyAssassin
Wed, 11 Mar 2020
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Welcome the quiet hours after midnight.
One. Two. Three.
Laptop. Tablet. Phone.
Turned off.
A chance to think before dreams distort.
A single man of sixty-two.
Lays quietly drunken in his bed.
And he wonders gently if she loves him.
And wonders how he can hold her hand.
As the viruses mass,
To launch their assault.
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