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By Laurel Ahlfeld Date: 2002 Apr 07 Comment on this Work [[2002.04.07.15.15.20133]] |
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The box and its now empty contents lay sprawled on the bathroom counter Evidence of my actions carelessly left out, waiting to be discovered The gloves and all my tools, stained deep red and broadcasting the crime I sit in fear, watching and waiting for you to come home and find me Find me as a different person than the one you left only hours ago Thoughts of the consequences race through my mind, and I wonder if we'll change If you can love me despite what I've done, and I pray that you will The door slowly opens causing my heart to race at a terrifying pace Your eyes meet mine in a questioning glance and procede to survey the room Reading the box, you seem to murmer something about "sunset blaze" After a moment that felt like forever, your eyebrows raise, and you begin to speak, "Well, this isn't exactly what I expected to come home to." "I know." My eyes lower to the tiled floor. "Well, it's certainly different," he says and lowers himself to kiss me on the cheek then continues, "I love you," he whispers gently as his fingers softly run through my freshly dyed locks of red. |