Stuck in the middle of a place you never thought you’d see or be, halfway between a beautiful yes and a shattering scream, unable to plod forward or even look back at where you came from to sort out if time travel is possible, to that time when everything was magical.
I said goodbye. I chose my sanity. I picked self-peace. A forced crossroads of sorts.
You came to me in my dreams, the night before last. I forget what our tale was that night, but I certainly remember the tale we wove before… Before your sudden goodbye. My broken heart. And the dirt that thudded over you to seal you in forever.
Word-Experimentalist
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