Sep 12, 2022
2 min read
Hope is a Cigarette Butt
When love is just a glimmer of what it ought to be
It’s 2:30 am.
Sitting on the front porch, he asked, “Where have all the stars gone tonight?”
His wife answered, “I cannot take the distance between us anymore. The truth is, I’m not in love with you. Those particular stars have dimmed to nothing.”
