It is a cold Thursday afternoon with
a broken heart and chicken nuggets
sad sniffles and uncharacteristically happy giggles
It is a freezing Friday night when
he took me out to dance to comfort me
and no one ever took me dancing before
It is a sappy Saturday evening where
a promise was made that kept me from
falling and getting hurt again because
I was in love when he caught me
and it started to rain and we laughed
ignoring my buzzing mother, asking
when I was coming home again
And I said never because
I was already in the arms of
my home.
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Val Langford
word and dog lover. coffee addict. Yes, I avoid rehab.
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