Better Than the Last

A long December, and there’s reason to believe maybe this year will be better than the last

It certainly couldn’t get much worse, could it?

I can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leaving, now the days go by so fast

All he knew was that her words were angry, tired… and he had actually felt better in the few moments immediately after she left.

I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower, makes you talk a little lower, about the things you could not show her

He realized now every missed opportunity. Her pillowcase still smelled like her shampoo, and sometimes in the drowsiness of night, he held it close.

It’s been so long since I’ve seen the ocean… I guess I should

He was alone, but every day the waves of pain receded a little more.

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