Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Personal, Writing

Signing My Life Away

Leaning from my Grandma’s car,

biro to a headshot that I had grown to hate,

I let my fingers follow the same path they have learned so well,

preparing for twenty three years,

but never quite being sure I had nailed it.

The way you stared was like a sweet kiss to my soul,

innocent and adoring,

with no motive or malice,

just a little bridge,

built from a dream you helped me live,

and turning pages,

that we wrote together.

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