Poetry #90

Everything will
be fine.

He'll wait
for me.

He's fine.
He's fine.

Everything will
be alright.

I just
need to
get someone
to look
after him.

That's all.

He will
be fine.

He's waiting
for me.

He'll be
there, waiting.

I'm sure
of it.

He's fine.

I have
to get
back to
him as
fast as
I could.

He's waiting
for me.

I must
not keep
him waiting.

The little
bird hurried.

But the
man have
already left.

He was
already dead.

But unknown
to the
little bird.

He was
flying alongside
of her.

From the
moment she
left him.