must be water..
Then a clatter..
A Gasp..
Broken glass everywhere..
On the floor
In my head..
Have to bend down..
Pick up the pieces.. and then?
There's hope..
Ikea.. or maybe.. just less to carry around next time..
Will there be a next time?
Always..
Looking around for it.. is the hard part..Being happy.. is the key.
If I only had Wagram again..
Drinking cheap wine..
Laugh about life..
I'm living it now..
Without remorse..
Wondering , just wondering..
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