• Here, this is for you

    by  • October 9, 2016 • * Safe for Work *, Breaking Up • 0 Comments

    Dear J,

    I love you.
    I say it under my breath as many times as I can on the walk from the train to the door.
    I hope a bit of wind picks it up and carries it to your heart.
    I hope the wind takes it away from my heart
    so you have to hold it.
    I don’t want to carry it anymore.
    You carry it.


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