Gone. The feeling left. It packed it bags; guilt, pain, and fear. Taking it’s sweet time to fester and build until – it left. In the wake of sunshine. When the wind broke into the car window just right. The flowers? Smelling sweet, and like home

2 thoughts on “Flee.

  1. Good for you! Sweet story ☺️

    1. Thank you, Kim!

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