Everything's alright, I say
in my most reassuring tone.
Then I let go of her hand
and look out the window
of the 24 hour diner
A deserted street,
an empty parking lot,
rows of gas pumps,
and a red neon sign,
Miller Lite
She shakes her head
says in the slightest voice
Happiness is a solitude, a mountain top
once you reach there
nowhere to go, but to descend
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC
Everything's alright, I say
in my most reassuring tone.
Then I let go of her hand
and look out the window
of the 24 hour diner
A deserted street,
an empty parking lot,
rows of gas pumps,
and a red neon sign,
Miller Lite
She shakes her head
says in the slightest voice
Happiness is a solitude, a mountain top
once you reach there
nowhere to go, but to descend
Thursday, March 15, 2012
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