• In Transit

    by  • March 29, 2017 • * Safe for Work *, To You • 0 Comments

    Time has passed, and it’s hard to say how long. Lifetimes maybe.

    But if I blink – I’m right back to your tangled arms and whispers.

    Moving through the hallways like l had been there before.

    Cool smile and confidence. And six shots of vodka.

    I barely saw you drink as you held the glass for an hour.

    Hour glass figures shaped on hotel wallpaper.

    Falling over myself, I said “I love you” first.

    And you started counting down until goodbye.

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