Done
So I do it, get through it, how long left, twenty minutes til I see you again, til I be me again, proper me. Don’t cook, we’ll go out, celebrate I got through another eight hours without you. Next? Write this. I’ll get paid extra. Thanks, but small consolation when all I want to do is hold you. Only thing I’m holding now’s this pen: it’ll have to be you. So I write, best handwriting “I love you.”
All done? Finished. Race home. And yeah, you’re at the door holding it open, holding the sunshine ready for me.
And… breathe.
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Drew Martyn 12 months ago
Another splurge. Sorry...
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Christopher 12 months ago
Don't apologize. This was a lovely set of drabbles. I'm very familiar with the working part but not so much the coming home to someone part. Oh well, you can't have everything.
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Drew Martyn 12 months ago
No, swings and roundabouts on everything mate. Thanks for the lovely comment too :)
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Jamie Clapperton 12 months ago
I *can* breathe now. :-) Thought there was going to be a hold back, That was fun. )
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Drew Martyn 12 months ago
Ha! tbh I toyed with the idea of twisting it into a tragic ending for a short while but decided against it. Thanks Jamie :)
