Disclaimer: I do not own ER or its content. And yes for everyone wondering,
the poem was written by me. Not Bragging but I won the poem award. Twice.
Abby's Point of View
She's having a hard time with all of this, I can tell. She hasn't spoken one word since she got in the car. I try to start up a conversation, but it always ends flat. She decides to get in the backseat so she can spread out. She's short like that you know? About an hour later she's awake and in the gas station paying for a water. I'm out pumping gas. She payed for that when she was in there too. Before she comes out I look inside the car. There's a paper there. I figure it's just a receipt, so I pick it up. As I look it over I figure out that it's not a reciept, but a poem. A poem made by Neela. I didn't want to interfere but I read it.
Neela's Poem
Everyday goes by and I think of you
I hear a bird call and a baby coo
Everyday goes by I wonder and think
A day goes by in one little blink
One day means many things
An angel lifts you with it's wings
The feelings I have come and go
Like the Spring with flowers
and the Winter with snow
But my feelings for you always stay the same
My heart will never put out the flame
I know our love will never cease
No gravestone will say "Rest In Peace"
So finally as I end
You must fight around the bend
A love so tender
A kiss so sweet
There is nothing that you can't beat.
I love you Gallant-Forever and Always
-Neela
I looked up from the paper, my eyes full of tears. Neela was heartbroken. It made me sad just to think about that.
"Abby?" Neela asked as she got to the car. I turned around quickly as I told her:
"We better get going."
"Yes...yes we should." She said shaking her head. I folded the poem and put it into my pocket. It must have fallen out of her coat when she grabbed it to go inside. I hoped she wouldn't notice. I was planning on putting it back when she wasn't looking, acting like I hadn't noticed it, and say "Oh Neela! I think you dropped something." Oh God I hope it works.
Abby's Point of View
She's having a hard time with all of this, I can tell. She hasn't spoken one word since she got in the car. I try to start up a conversation, but it always ends flat. She decides to get in the backseat so she can spread out. She's short like that you know? About an hour later she's awake and in the gas station paying for a water. I'm out pumping gas. She payed for that when she was in there too. Before she comes out I look inside the car. There's a paper there. I figure it's just a receipt, so I pick it up. As I look it over I figure out that it's not a reciept, but a poem. A poem made by Neela. I didn't want to interfere but I read it.
Neela's Poem
Everyday goes by and I think of you
I hear a bird call and a baby coo
Everyday goes by I wonder and think
A day goes by in one little blink
One day means many things
An angel lifts you with it's wings
The feelings I have come and go
Like the Spring with flowers
and the Winter with snow
But my feelings for you always stay the same
My heart will never put out the flame
I know our love will never cease
No gravestone will say "Rest In Peace"
So finally as I end
You must fight around the bend
A love so tender
A kiss so sweet
There is nothing that you can't beat.
I love you Gallant-Forever and Always
-Neela
I looked up from the paper, my eyes full of tears. Neela was heartbroken. It made me sad just to think about that.
"Abby?" Neela asked as she got to the car. I turned around quickly as I told her:
"We better get going."
"Yes...yes we should." She said shaking her head. I folded the poem and put it into my pocket. It must have fallen out of her coat when she grabbed it to go inside. I hoped she wouldn't notice. I was planning on putting it back when she wasn't looking, acting like I hadn't noticed it, and say "Oh Neela! I think you dropped something." Oh God I hope it works.