Saturday, March 25, 2017

After Party

We get off the train and walk down 7th Avenue toward home. She takes my hand and we walk awhile in silence.

Gravity seems extra heavy today, and each step is a slog through molasses. When she looks up at me with a worried expression, I say, "I think I'm just all talked out."
One year ago: Just Kids
Two years ago: I Am Seen As the Problem
Three years ago: Domestic Bliss
Four years ago: Hipster Vehicular Envy

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