Fixed on the screen, at the corner of my eye, I see a Post-It note peel itself off my message board from the wall. It fell, spinning like a hellicopter, down toward me. It landed on my lips for 1.5 seconds and continued to fall to the floor, between my legs.
I looked down, and read: "Ray, Chris called..."
it was so profound, so beautiful. I almost cried.
you've been the only person to call me since I move away from the city....
and, with the fact that I already feel so deprived of life, I crave it; and wish I could move back. Is this a sign?
you kissed me on the lips tonight.
I looked down, and read: "Ray, Chris called..."
it was so profound, so beautiful. I almost cried.
you've been the only person to call me since I move away from the city....
and, with the fact that I already feel so deprived of life, I crave it; and wish I could move back. Is this a sign?
you kissed me on the lips tonight.
i wish i could kiss you back.
Love,
Ray
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