Drifting

September 26, 2007
By Brett Cohen BRONZE, Gaithersburg, Maryland
Brett Cohen BRONZE, Gaithersburg, Maryland
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I sigh into my pillow.
I should have known it would be over before it began.

















Like the first spring day when shining suns turn to howling winds and snowstorms.

























Rumors, apologies, awkward silences, secrets unraveled.




















I plant my feet on the ground but that does not stop the tornado from sending me flying.















Sometimes, we see each other. Our eyes meet.












The sun comes out.
You watch as I turn my back and leave you in a middle of a storm.


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