She left our fallout shelter nest before wakefulness had permeated the room. She shunted her sadness a few houses over. Into a lover's yard full of birds and wonder. I squandered my day asleep and flirting with fancies of the future. I paid half my attention to the tithe of my vanilla lovers' demands. A small cost for contentment and memories, until she left for the week. Later that evening, my Thousand Year Friend returned, with a different taste in her mouth. I sat and listened silently to her gentle excoriations and mortal self-doubts. My evening relegated to confessional sermon.
11:04 a.m. - 2017-01-30
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