George's father
stares at Polly.
"How is George?"
he asks eyeing
the young maid
who cares for his
shell-shocked son.
Polly studies the man
behind the desk
how his eyes
search her.
"He has moments of nerves
but I manage to calm him"
she replies
pushing from her mind
she and George
in bed the night before.
"I have received a letter
asking about him
from his regiment commander"
he says
"asking about his possible
return to the Front."
Polly's eyes betray a fear.
"He can't"
she says
"he's not well enough."
His eyes pierce her.
"It is not your opinion
he will be asking"
he says sitting forward
in his chair.
"If it wasn't for me
he'd be locked away
in some asylum".
Polly says
not thinking
as she speaks.
He looks at her.
"I know he thinks
you are his wife
but you are not"
Polly stands up straight
looking at him.
"But all the time
he does
I am"
she replies
seeing George
making love to her
twice in the night
behind her eyes.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
George's father
stares at Polly.
"How is George?"
he asks eyeing
the young maid
who cares for his
shell-shocked son.
Polly studies the man
behind the desk
how his eyes
search her.
"He has moments of nerves
but I manage to calm him"
she replies
pushing from her mind
she and George
in bed the night before.
"I have received a letter
asking about him
from his regiment commander"
he says
"asking about his possible
return to the Front."
Polly's eyes betray a fear.
"He can't"
she says
"he's not well enough."
His eyes pierce her.
"It is not your opinion
he will be asking"
he says sitting forward
in his chair.
"If it wasn't for me
he'd be locked away
in some asylum".
Polly says
not thinking
as she speaks.
He looks at her.
"I know he thinks
you are his wife
but you are not"
Polly stands up straight
looking at him.
"But all the time
he does
I am"
she replies
seeing George
making love to her
twice in the night
behind her eyes.
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