Friday, July 10, 2015

Paradise Dream

I miss how you wrote with such passion even if your skills were skewed. I remember how you'd never say which way you cared for me, but you said those words like watered down coke every night just before hanging up the phone. I can still hear you calling me angel and wishing me well followed by that long, heavy sigh just before you'd whisper good night and sweet dreams.

I hope you have someone new now. I wish they would be in your arms every night. I've already given my eulogy for such a beautiful sigh. 

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