Neighbours

walking out to my bin
I heard your front door open
I called hello
You almost died of fright
Then when you recovered
We got chatting
A half hour went by
As we put the world to right
It is so nice
To have such a special neighbour
Someone who looks out for me
I am so grateful.

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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