When I'm with you,
I'd like one more.
One more kiss.
One more hug.
One more smile.
When I'm with you,
I want one more.
One more second.
One more minute.
One more hour.
When I'm with you,
I need one more.
One more laugh.
One more heart-felt moment.
One more lifetime.
About the Creator
Silver Holly Hope
Two decades of writing and all I've got is this insatiable need to edit everything I read. I've got a dozen different ideas for books and short stories and enough mental illnesses to remind me they'll never get done.
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Forgotten
I sit alone, as I always do. In a corner where everything is seen and I am seen by everything. Fear rushes through me as someone enters the room. I cannot see their face and I tremble at the thought of what they want. Words, sounds, speech, a question... a conversation. I thought I had forgotten how to have a conversation but it seems, as the draftiness in this room persists, so do old habits.
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I think I figured out why I love Wild Card Weekend so much. It's because it's the first playoff anything of the calendar year. The NFL season starts in the fall, and once upon a time, the champion was crowned either on or slightly before New Year's. The evolution of the NFL schedule has resulted in the playoffs starting just into the New Year, and currently, the final week of the season falls on the first weekend of the New Year, with Wild Card Weekend coming a week after that. So yes, chronologically, the NFL's Wild Card Weekend serves as the first playoff anything of the calendar year.
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