A week slips by. She's got that puppy now, and I haven't seen her since. I'm busy working two jobs, commuting, making tiny installments on large bills, trying to get a bad neck fixed- but I notice and sleep poorly. What it means is what it means, I'm not chasing her.
Spring is trying to arrive. I saw a peeper last night hopping across the wet road. It seemed either optimistic or foolish.
This morning, outside my front door, a mirthless robin and I stood facing each other. I don't feel like a parade either. I'm not exactly walking on sunshine myself.
It's never easy, this changing, even when it's for the good.
They say another person can't make you feel anything - not happy, not sad - that you do it all yourself. That seems, right now, rather trite.
Spring is trying to arrive. I saw a peeper last night hopping across the wet road. It seemed either optimistic or foolish.
This morning, outside my front door, a mirthless robin and I stood facing each other. I don't feel like a parade either. I'm not exactly walking on sunshine myself.
It's never easy, this changing, even when it's for the good.
They say another person can't make you feel anything - not happy, not sad - that you do it all yourself. That seems, right now, rather trite.
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