Light peeks through the stain glass window in front of our small crawl-space attic, creating rainbows on the walls in our living room. I stand at the front door overlooking the sunlit street that
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Like a waterfall
Flowing over the aged jagged rocks
It has formed over the years.
The rusty gutter succumbs,
Freedom.
The water gushes from this escape route.
I sit here in the quiet
Listening to the aquatic drama;
The stillness of the dark
Against the rush of water;
I embrace it.
But then the dog snores.
I listen for your breath.
Not out of concern
But to still feel we have a connection
Of some sort.
Desperation on my part.
I sit here in the quiet.
Happy in the darkness;
I know I can breathe
Without you.
Flowing over the aged jagged rocks
It has formed over the years.
The rusty gutter succumbs,
Freedom.
The water gushes from this escape route.
I sit here in the quiet
Listening to the aquatic drama;
The stillness of the dark
Against the rush of water;
I embrace it.
But then the dog snores.
I listen for your breath.
Not out of concern
But to still feel we have a connection
Of some sort.
Desperation on my part.
I sit here in the quiet.
Happy in the darkness;
I know I can breathe
Without you.
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