November once more

I wonder what he thinks about when he is sitting at the airport waiting to board a much delayed flight to somewhere …. I don’t think he thinks about me at all … and how do I know that? Because he’s been traveling a lot and my phone lies still… covered in dust behind the unruly mop of dried roses …. Where there was a heartbeat now the pulse murmurs in a steady beat just enuff to take in the April sun and wish it was November once more


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