momentarily, not bored, anymore

she is sick
with the flu or a cold (doesn’t matter)
which makes her vulnerable
and softens her look;
she hasn’t looked more
beautiful
than
this
moment.

it could be the time that has passed
since we last saw each other.

that church survived
this church failed
the other church thrived
the religion hasn’t changed;
only
the
storyteller.

the thoughts of what could’ve been
emotions flood the brain
drowning
the
creativity.

what
what if
what if this
what if that
what if
what

thank you for putting me to sleep.

I’ll deal with those what-ifs another day.

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jonathandeanrichie

Currently living in Vietnam, teaching English, fixing the world's problems.

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