Scenes from a Nursing Home Part 1

Scenes from a Nursing Home. Part 1.
Or, Who will come for me.

As I walked down the corridor to number 23 I saw the door was ajar.
Who will come for me?
Looking inside I saw Mr Thompson lying on the top of his bed.
Who will come for me?
He was holding the picture of his wife to his chest as he stared at the ceiling.
Who will come for me?
What images he was creating in his mind I could not tell.
Who will come for me?
His fingers pulled down the zip on his trousers to release his cock.
Who will come for me?
A cock he stroked to hardness.
Who will come for me?
Was he remembering their first time together?
Who will come for me?
Or, was it thoughts of their last that filled his head.
Who will come for me?
His hand moved faster and his hips in time.
Who will come for me?
I had to leave. I had to stay.
Who will come for me?
He was coming. He was coming. He was there.
Who will come for me?
He fumbled for his tissues on the bedside table and cleaned himself.
Who will come for me?
The picture he replaced, feeling for its stand and base.
Who will come for me?
As he lay back, unseeing eyes staring at the ceiling.
Who will come for me?
There were tears running down his cheeks....... and mine.
Who will come for me?

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