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Quote's author and context: my best friend, 2025, south of France, sudden inspiration while biking home from a bar
FELLOW TUMBLR INHABITANTS, I call upon thee: you are invited to add thoughts and related stories, (diagrams and poems always welcome of course).
I feel this has creative potential and I want to witness where it can go ^^
Monday, you promised you'd come home, the door was left open.
Tuesday, a little late but I thought I could wait.
Wednesday, I went through the laundry to find your clothes, hoping they still smelled like you.
Thursday, tasted a lot like you when I emptied the bottle of bourbon.
Friday, I was sober enough to think again but you were still missing.
Saturday, I got a call asking if I'd written the eulogy.
Sunday, I realized you were never coming home again...
© Raina Rose.