so she goes
finally
space to breathe
and now some rules:
- no more reeling in, just to take pride in the catch, before you throw it back
- no more regret or self-pity
- more anger, less compliments, more peace
- no sex, until you're over her - these issues are your own
- friends, and family, you take them close
- you make a choice, you take Africa or you take money, but make a fucking choice
- no more worship, no more worship, no more worhsip
- you play the Blues
- Paris, and then Montpellier - find Anneline, and find out how you healed with her, then you bring that lesson home.
so,
I still wonder if she thinks of me
as she makes the train journey
north
does she regret her choices,
one way or another?
I should move on,
This cannot come to any good.
I need a holiday.
From everything
and everyone.
But mostly,
from myself.
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But where?
Either Sierra Leone, in alcohol or in some other's bed.
Two of those are simple enough, Sierra Leone is lovely at this time of year, I hear.
Absolutely. And if I'm lucky, I might be able to combine all three holiday choices into one trip. I'd pack my bags, but I'm drunk.
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