

How could something so lost catapult back into my life? You were just right, not a day had passed in our eyes. I was strong on the outside, a calming stare and a head held up high. At night I turn and I toss underneath these sheets til sunrise. I thought about getting up and going to you, but here you are living out of my spare bedroom. You were honest (you were bold). You were fragile (you were cold). Maybe now we both can smile a little wider while we hold the one we chose who chose us back at the moment of attack. The one we need who needs us back no matter what the aftermath. No matter what comes after that. Did you get your wings clipped? Did you keep your head held high?
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