electricsugar
She looked at the picture of him.
Three thousand miles away,
he looked at the picture of her.
They both knew it was 8 o'clock.
They understood
Love.
Just as the edifices had fallen;
so did the tears down their faces.
He loved her.
She never knew.
After she left him for that new guy,
he called her up and said he burned
all the photos of them.
He never really did.
It was just the hole
burning
in the depths of his
heart.
Oh, sure,
the sponge got the bloodstains out
easy.
But what would get the stains out of
the sponge?
Evidence still in-hiding.
The pot was
black.
But the kettle was
lavender.
It came suddenly,
the picture frame with his smiling
wife and kids.
And he smiled, the only option
as his car sped
off the bridge.
He slammed the
whiskey glass
down
tipped the bartender
went home
and kissed his wife for the
first time in years.
She looked at him
and saw all they created
together
held closely in
his arms.
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