The night
You said
It comes so quickly this time of year
But still
I thought
It will last longer than we
The day
You said
It goes by so very quickly these days
But still
I believed
The pain would outpace it
Quickly
It’s not that
But fast, yes, oh yes
It pours
Through the very essence
Permeates
And yet scorches the surface
Dry as a bone.
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
I met Jerome on a busy city street in Baltimore, Maryland, when he was forty-five years old. On that particular day, I was out and about, enjoying a much-needed day off from work.
I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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