Owner of a Lonely Heart

…so said grey’s.

stories ran through. kids running about. seeing cases, a normal day at work. a special little boy who need more attention that the usual. her speaking to me. room revamping. taking measurements. rock music in dark surroundings. walking on the grass. little hands tugging on mine. the little boy staring up at me expectantly.

then i woke, and for a moment i was at his place, the cold air blowing and him lying beside me breathing lightly. i turned over to reach for him, the illusion dissolved, and my arms have never felt more empty.


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