And then there were two.
Two hearts, two stories.
Two lives intertwined.
Doubletime.
Two angry auras
Flushed with the blue of sadness
And the hue of love, at the edge
Out of the way
Out of reach.
Two heartbeats
Racing in doubletime.
Unstoppable
Improbable.
Doubletime.
Posted in response to the challenge Two.
I stayed up until midnight with my brother
in that horrible hotel room in North Carolina.
(I say horrible because I hate going down south
hate the Trump bobblehead in my nonny and poppy's house
Swallow your tears.
No crying in public.
Why are you surprised?
This has been happening since you were two.
He’s the angel
You’re not.
I saw a photo of our band from last year
our Wind Ensemble
the intern we all fell in love with
the conductor we adore
everyone was together
and I just...
gah.
I wanted to yell STAY
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