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By musicalduck Date: 2014 Apr 21 Comment on this Work [[2014.04.21.22.20.7815]] |
| The light is always on for you. It may fade and flicker but it is still guiding you home. Yet you drive by every night. Back and forth until you decide it is not the right time. You go to the local coffee shop. Order a medium coffee, black. Pour enough sugar into it so at least something in your life is sweet. You write. Your hand is a fluid movement dancing over the paper. Wishing the words you are writing will take away the crushing hope you have of ever holding her again. |