Stuck in the middle of Nevada
Neon fish in the sky, flashing lights
The yellow cab pulled up in a blur
I said goodbye to my best friend
I think he kissed me on the lips
Or maybe I just imagined it
Men never say I love you before goodbye or after
Even on drugs
What a crazy night to have run away from home
And an even stranger time to feel so alone
© The Sad Owl
Categories: Prose
The Sad Owl
I'm just here. Until I'm not.
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