you draw along and stamp out your fears on the brick
carelessly flicking the chars of wasted money on the patio
I follow your movements as you glide on the twisted cement
back to your seat where you let out a sob, saying-

"Once."

11/02/2005

Author's Note: Another new one. Had to rework it since I messed up the tense in the beginning and it sounded awkward. I hope it still expresses.

Posted on 11/03/2005
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