Wednesday, April 30, 2014


The pitter patter of raindrops tinkle outside. The fan twirls lazily above. The amber glow of streetlights sleepily cascade through the windows, downcast in their mellowed gaze.

Silence encircles us. One of his hands caress my freshly washed hair.  The other hand takes mine, gently strokes my rough callouses from the bar. Our gazes reflect each other. He takes a breath and softly shatters the poignant stillness.

     " You know I can't stay, right? "

I know.
That's life.

And I have no regrets.

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