A Little Drama

I take my heart out of its box, dust it off, and fluff it like a pillow. The musty smell of old dreams permeates the room. Later, the good wine gone, we feel the future expand, but our plans grow bigger until we can no longer imagine them.

I put my heart back in its box. It can’t take anymore.

(beat; licking a finger to make the glass sing)

Bob Lucky

A Little Drama

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