Bleeding ink 1,600

He waited and watched

The sun rise

And the sunset

Your bones ache

And he felt himself getting older

Sometimes at night

He remembered the smell of her hair

The way her lips tasted

He thought about how solitude

Seemed to fill the space in this new home

And how quickly life changes

In the evenings he would walk his dog

And sit outside watching the sunset

He would write letters

He would never send

And he wondered

If there would be one morning

When he would look in the mirror

And not see a 30 year old

But a 50 year old

The strangeness of how life moves like that …

Sometimes

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