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I missed you!

It's never too late.

And I mean flushed in the non-bathroom sort of way

Weighing my pockets with stones of longing

Especially when those days are Saturday and Sunday.

They always come crawling back

< 2008-05-09 >


This morning on the bus on the way to work, there was this tiny old woman sitting to my right towards the front of the bus, and for the duration of the entire twenty minute ride, she was riveted to a newspaper, poring over the same short article, seeming to read it repeatedly with great concentration, only stopping to occasionally glance up at the street signs or adjust her reading glasses. On my way off the bus, I passed her and noticed the title of the article.

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I thought about it as I walked from the bus stop to my office, and I became sure of one thing.


It's never too late. at 9:55 p.m.


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