I haven't asked her.
There wont be another chance, I'm sure.
So I stand in the back.
Holding one strap from my backpack.
Not a glance.
It was acceptance.
Going out the back door, through an alley,
Past the highway, and Sundressed Valley.
Weeks past, phone finally rings.
Instead she's at my doorstep, doorbell sings.
No. No smile is on that face.
Theres no safe base.
I opened the door a little bit too wide.
I was in for one damn hell of a ride.
No, there wasn't a lot of warning.
It felt like life was swarming.
She wasn't happy.
Yet where is she?
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Interesting work, well done
Thank you
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