San Diego
She was next to me, She was real. How could this be? She so long the substance of my most hopeful daydreams. Physically so far away, but residing in my heart everyday. Could she be mine for more than this weekend? Only if fate smiled upon us, around the bend. Would her heart open again, and let me in?
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2017
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