I'm thinking about harbor lights and dark water.
I think there is music there.
Haven't found it yet. Still looking.
Another night.
Different actors.
Same beautiful city.
She reveals herself to him.
Tells him the things he always so desperately wanted to hear.
Wants to feel these things. Thinks he could if he let himself.
Things have changed.
He believes in endings.
Feels instead like he is made of stone.
Says little.
Late night phone calls are sometimes the worst.
He loves the sound of her voice.
Feels like eyelashes brushing against his neck.
Just wants to close his eyes and listen for a little while.
Wants to enjoy the silky flow of her words before it ends.
He fears going through the endings again.
Thinks she is near tears in her need for him.
Feels so disconnected. Would love to see her face.
Maybe he feels something. Thinks he probably does.
Her voice is lovely when she is in pain.
Disturbing thought. For her sake, maybe he should stay away.
"Sorry for being so quiet. Sometimes I'm shy."
She ended up talking to a brick wall with a brain.
He hates the endings.
The moments after are sometimes the worst.
I love dreaming about harbor lights reflecting on dark water.
There is a lot of music to be found there.
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