Another day goes by, another day closer to what comes next. Another idea to apply, another thought to text.
A pain stuck in your chest, a smile from your best, you sit at an empty table.
A new theory to test, a frown to confess, you swing your glass to an old mans fable.
Another speech to make, another conversation to write. Another blind decision to make, another imporbabilty that might.
The melted ice swaying in your glass, the look you let slip, the empty chair thats opposite.
The wine that reminds you of grass, the make-up mark left by your lip, the other feelings fit.
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Tomorrow at about 4pm i will have lived for 22 years. I thi