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I walk down the street to the rhythm of a Mexican Love song. I laugh because you don't know the acrobatics that my heart performs while it pines for you. At other times, it clutches itself, hoping the world will stay still, if it does, like an animal hiding behind a rock, not realizing it is futile. The trumpets rise and fall in a popping crescendo that is at once happy and sad and more than anything else an unassuming part of life. |
Copyright ©2022 Ashi Shadow - 2/20/22 -- inspired by a Mexican (at least, I think it was Mexican) love song and the women that I miss.
Not on any one woman in particular.