NaPoWriMo Day 22: “Alone”

NaPoWriMo 2013

 

 

 

 

She raised the bottle to her
Mouth and drank the cold water.
He was sitting several seats
Away from her.
The early morning light
Illumined the Manila Paper
Spread over the table.
The smell of the black marker’s
Ink wafted in the air.
He hasn’t slept, his head
Feels light, but his mind
Is awake.
Somewhere, someone is cooking
Scrambled eggs and skinless
Longganiza.
She is alone.

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