The horns played softly,
But my hand dangled freely.
And the show went on.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
The horns played softly,
But my hand dangled freely.
And the show went on.
Jessica, the girl from the haiku I wrote called Dancing, accompanied me to a concert. It was a slow, love song and the couples were all together. Jessica and I were not together, but every part of me wanted us to be.
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