Tuesday.
Drinks with the oldest of the old.
He and I were disappointed with Broken Hearts, they were more painful than We had expected. So we lingered in Limbo together, walking through it all, until love rescued us once again.
It's happened a few times, or at least We've though that Love had graced Us with it's presence.
It's fair to say We have always been Mistaken.
It's always going to be You and I, isn't it?
White Russians and Cascades, Tennessee Iced Tea's and Three berry Mojitos.
In the Hummingbird's Hut, under dimmed lights, lips part and heat rushes.
Why does it always feel so Normal?
Back in the taxi, fingers laced and eyes glazing over. Tired Eyes never saw something so wonderful.
Stubble and beard and blue eyes. White teeth and small mouth.
Lying down, and feeling like the Limbo might be over.
Wake-Up, We've reached the other side.
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