Day Dreaming Part 1I never did realize what I had till it was gone nor did I miss it till I couldn’t have it back. Well, not ‘it’ so much as her. Not having her in my life made me remember how things use to be. We use to spend warm summer nights sitting on her stoop, smoking cigarettes, watching fireflies dance against the dark backdrop of the night sky as the stars came out to play; our hands interlocked as if holding on for dear life.Day Dreaming Part 1
We would sit there for hours, enjoying the pleasure of each other’s company. We’d talk about the happenings of our day; her stupid father, the even less intelligent people I worked with; lit
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I can see my breath. The cold winter winds pierce through my wool hoodie making every bone shutter with every gust. My ass starts to go numb from the frost clinging to the bench beneath me. Instinctively I take a drag from my cigarette, though I can no longer feel my fingers. From my bench I peer at a park that children use to inhibit during warmer days; use to run around and swing from the monkey bars without a care in the world. How I long to have those days back. As I reflect on the days of yesteryear, I feel a new sensation on my thigh not caused by the unrelenting arctic winds; my
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