eddy knocks on the door

and grabs his gear from our room
the sunshine pours in like a convict
stealing the remaining hopes for sleep

i give him his pay
smile and say, "safe journey, amigo"
and he's on his way,
back towards Little A

now kristin is stirring and
my mind will not stop whirring
thoughts of my heart's gentle purring
that every thing is
waaaaaaaaaay
beyond
a
o
k

posted by Sara Hickman at 05:33 am
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