i didn't finish my laundry.
drove down the freeway i watched as the speeding cars passed me by,
i found myself wondering why i had gone that way-
why, with all the time of the day, i had not chosen to take the coast-the longer but more enjoyable route by far.
wondering what it will feel like when the time comes again- will it fill this awkward gap in my mind where all that is left is the dust of skin that you left behind when we kissed goodbye.
all the cars passing by, placeholders of passing time.
waiting on an angel, cause i don't want to go alone.
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