you almost
call her.
almost.
instead
you go to
the window
to watch
the lighting.
how
it snaps
a brilliant
white
against
the darkening
sky.
then the rain
comes.
this too will
pass.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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