Sunday, November 21, 2010

The captain

Gradually gets louder. Hear it coming up the street, hear it coming through the gate, hear it knocking at the door, no reply. Rehearsing for just over a week. The feeling reminds me of the next year, a reminder of what i've seen on their faces. A box with your name written all over it with the dress inside for safe keeping. Kiss on the cheek, the same place - feels so good it hurts in my stomach. I have to start walking again.

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