She fell in love with a Wanderer,
Never knowing where he’d end up next.
Confused by every step he’d take,
She’d brace herself each time her cellphone rang,
Anticipating the worst news possible.
But,
For as long as her mind allowed her to remember,
His voice pushed soundwaves into her eardrums as soothing as chilly breeze on a hot,
Summer day.
“I’m in front of your door!”
“I’ve made it to central park,
At our favorite hideout,
Where are you?”
Still.
Something didn’t seem right.
He’d smile less,
And less,
Each time he arrived.
“What’s wrong?”
Is a question she grew tired of asking,
As she quit asking entirely.
And,
As he began to cry,
And cry,
So many tears forming into an ocean of no return,
She set sail.
Becoming a wanderer herself without ever questioning her new found tale…
Lost Love In The Same Sea – Day 127, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz
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