The Cold
I have a sudden and unexplainable urge to walk out the door, and into a blizzard.
that scent….. that sound…..
It was a memory of Penfold and Maggie that stirred it,
that dirt road intersection of zero significance,
before the war on terror.
Why was I even there, that day?
I wish I could recall the reason, if there even was one.
Sure it’s a bucket of bolts, but you have your warm jacket just in case,
and the sun is out,
and your heroes are all still alive and well…
Think I’ll park for a while and stretch, the drive has been long.
Pace the empty road, and smoke;
Worry not, for that isn’t cancer flowing from your mouth,
it’s just the bright breath of a careless winter’s day.
wow everything happens for a reason
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When I was organizing my clothes last night, I came across some hoodies and sweaters and ached for winter. I liked this.
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why did i think you were a veteran from the get go? are you? it sounds like it. (^that feeling). perfectly described. it could never have been done better.
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I think movin to Alaska would solve most people’s problems. lol.
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