jennadevries
You had an umbrella, walking down the one-way street. One arm outstretched to keep your balance on the dotted white line. Then, you fell. The umbrella went blowing away and I ran after it, laughing. Funny how I've never forgotten.
It's poison, to be held so closely.
A new addiction that will end me soon enough
Because I missed you, really.
I asked how you were, are you doing okay?
Was that you?
Because I missed you.
Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
"You used me. That's how I feel."
And again, I wonder how I got here.
My beloved.
I can cry all night through and resent your name for months, but you are still
my
beloved
It's always about that rainy day.
"There you are."
Raindrops on the limosine's hood.
I'll never forget that backpack that probably weighed just as much as she did.
She.
She was my light, the reason for everything.
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