Sometimes I obsessively, stupidly call my voicemail to feel my heart pump when I hear his voice on the other end saying "..and I love you too"
To hear the messages he left to tell me it's raining outside.
To hear the messages he left to tell me it's raining outside.
On average, I've listened to those messages... 23 times.
I'm sketching pictures of us.
I'm writing songs about us.
Positive now? I feel inspiration coming to me through him.
or the lack of..
It's late.
What? No it's not.
What? No it's not.
I've been really trying to write about something other than him, but the only alternative I could think of was writing about Christmas or the end of Phyllis. I can't get excited for Christmas yet. And just because Dick Tidrow left on Wednesday, doesn't mean I'm ready to throw Phyllis away.
It's weird to think that a new creative writing class will be posting away soon.
It's weird to think that a new creative writing class will be posting away soon.
It's been fun.
-Phyllis
2 comments:
I'm gonna miss Dick.
To hear the messages he left to tell me it's raining outside
I'm gonna miss Dick.
To hear the messages he left to tell me it's raining outside
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