by sara t.
Every night she waited
for that magical hour
when her breath was quick
and her heart was loud
rushing in her ears
8:04 or sometime 8:20
either way she knew
the voice she would hear
of her beloved was
coming any minute now
and so she was always
ready to hear and talk
listen and laugh with
him and feel his care.
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"when her breath was quick
and her heart was loud" Nice.
I really like the balance in this piece, sara. Good form.
I love the specific times, the commuter and the one who waits. Nicely done!