Word Count: 47
Story Notes: A few years ago, weeks before I had a nervous breakdown, I had done an internship at a nursing home in the Bronx. At the end of the week, someone was coming to pick me up. I sat in the waiting room bored out of my mind and maybe a little melancholy that what had turned out to be a great week had ended. I wrote this poem there.
Tonight the moon was beautiful
Now it’s hidden behind clouds
At one time there were stars here
But they've all twinkled out
At sunset the air was warm
Now icy wind has blown
And all my friends have gone to sleep
And left me all alone
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