On a Tuesday because I was at a concert last night. But. Nothing to see here.
The words are lost inside me.
Stuck behind the lump in my throat.
Self-prescribing, I’m imbibing.
I have to let it go.
The rolling darkness echoes with hopes crashed on the shore.
Will it ever, can it ever be the way it was before?
The radio is playing memories, not music. But in the end, I suppose they’re the same thing.
Sarah’s fragile, melodic voice settled low into the valley of the natural amphitheatre like the evening fog that was rolling in with the crowd. Continue reading
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