January 9

I waited by the door, behind thick curtains, in between the lines of a song, on his side of the bed, within the halo of a full moon, tip toeing on the tick tocks of the clock, drifting in the vacuum of my mind… I was in love with someone who couldn’t be. I was in love with someone who couldn’t stay.

It is sad the way some loves were lost waiting or among the inked pages of unmade books. 

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