Another night. Another too-tight dress. Another glass of Moët and aching feet. She leaned on the railing of the gallery and…
I saw a distant dream,fade away,dissipate into thin air,for nothing,stood in my way anymore.
My life is more than half done. I’ve learned so much except how to be in love.
If her body was a voice it would singSliding slick wordsInto vocal chords, Clarion call.