I woke up this morning to the sound of a beautiful yet disgruntled voice on my answering machine, and this response was inspired...... If she could only realize..
Stretching its color into the sky with a groggy yawn.
The sky reminded me of your skin
The morning, quiet as a funeral
The silence stung my chest like second hand smoke
Until you broke my grief with a sound to beautiful to be deemed noise
You raced through my mind like public transportation
Grinding on like a train through the traffic of my thoughts
Persistently creeping like a cab into the corners of my mind
You never rest, never stop, your never cease
To meet me where I am
With the punctuality of Mussolini.
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