It was dark outside the window,
infact the mist played a shade of grey
the light on the hill , a ghostly apparition far away
i slept facing the window
thinking nine to dozen thoughts...
there lay lolita...
her old body tired and ill wrought.

The clock kept time
as hours stole away
night was silent but for Lolita as she lay huddled,her hiccough wouldn't let her sleep... i gave her water...
..unchecked her solitary tear ran deep...as she softly turned away to lie.

Far into the night Lolita hiccoghed away...as the darkness outside held its sway.i did not console her...For what better then the cover of the night to help Lolita shed the dignity that she wore like a cloak during the day