I could never chase him twice
She lay in her bed thinking, over and over, how loss, was her
lesson to be learned in life. A tourniquet sent her misery in motion.
Relocation being her favorite therapy, how this city was a
drag. But every bright light and green tree hung in her memory over
her bed. the colors splattered red over canvas. She said it expressed
her closed hands like that time by the river with the flying
horses...she misses his freshly shaved skin and goatee. She misses her
him......