Monday, October 21st

• The curve of his lips,
  Missed but not forgotten.
  My fingers graze over the smooth contours
  As my arms wrap around him.
  
  Time to let go.
  
  
  
• A clouded mist
  forms across
  the skyline
  creating a facade
  of a never-ending cliff
  
  Thump, thump, thump.
  
  Pearls of rain hit
  the windshield
  as I drive into nothingness.
  
  
   
• Sitting
  Waiting     Nervously
  The News is in:
  We're going to Fruita.