Red wine warmed our stomachs.
The fireplace warmed our bones.
In the nick of a dime,
I lost track of time.
She threw my watch into the fire,
rearranging the calendar pages
that erase yesterday's insecurities,
while kissing nude on the kitchen table.
The fire flickers, highlighting streaks
of her auburn hair.
We embrace the sting of fate
as we toss hope to the wolves,
frothing at the mouth
for a piece of your name.
A last first kiss led wedding rings.
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Dusting Off Dreams
RomanceHannah's grandmother passed away, and while boxing her belongings in the attic, she notices a journal about her grandmother's life and her short stories. Hannah realizes her grandmother understood what she was going through. Margo feels horrible for...
