june
hudson, ny
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him
she was around
more and more
as the days
dragged on.
it wasn't just fire alarms
she called for anymore.
anytime anything happened
for the building,
it seemed she was the one
to call.
not that i minded,
i liked her voice the best
over the phone.
not that it meant anything,
it was just a comment.
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Short Storya short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
