Monday, September 21, 2009

Not Just Any Other Wrinkled Sheet

A stormy night suddenly came when you walked through that door as if it was a bad omen and that you were meant to leave me. And now every night I grab on where you could have laid as my tears soak all my wishes and hopes that one day you will come back and lay beside me to imprint your own self on this empty space next to me.

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