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Davis's Letter
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
“I don’t keep any food here.” She said “but we can to the lower house and I’ll fix breakfast.” She finished dressing I rinsed the cups and the coffee pot Turning them upside down On the drainer I felt her behind me Before I heard her And was reminded of The way in a storm The hair on the back of your neck Would stand up Just before lightning strikes. I might have made different choices If she hadn’t touched me. We bumped our way down the rock-rutted track And stopped at the side of the house where She bailed out with a swing of the squeaky truck door Hollering at me over her shoulder to bring my stuff inside While she fixed us something to eat. I laughed at her, called her Bossy, And turned to untie the tarp flung over my gear When I heard the truck coming. “Davis” I said to myself and stepped around the back of the truck where he couldn’t see me. She met him on the porch Took something from him And kissed his cheek, Then looked nervously towards me. His old truck rattled back the way it came And I figured I best leave the gear where it was for now. So, I headed for the front door where she was standing Tears on her cheeks, reading what looked like a letter. “Travis” she said without looking at me “I’ve got to know something.” Not at all sure what she would need to know from me I simply asked “What?” “Iambe.” She began, “ She still take you back if you went?” “Not sure.” I answered, “Know I am not interested in finding out.” “Why?” she asked “Well, Lacey, I spent a long time learning to live with her and all that time was spent torn up inside.” I started as I tried to say all the things wrapped up around inside me. “ It wasn’t until recently I understood how I had shut off feeling things, just to keep from cracking all crinkled inside.” “Why?” I asked her not sure if I wanted to know. “Davis,” she whispered with a half turned face, “He wants me back.” “Well, Lacey.” I sighed with a gut dropping sink of heart, “I guess what matters is what you want.” “You know, you got a piece of me tied up in knots, and I’m not sure I know how to hurt like I’m starting to, but you got to be happy, and you got to be doing what’s best for Lacey.” I bent over,kissed her cheek, And asked if she was still hungry. I knew I wasn’t And found myself Fingering the .45 cartridge in my pocket Wondering if the names she etched in there Would ever rub off. [This message has been edited by Cpat Hair (03-01-2003 05:35 PM).] |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (sigh) I suppose it does matter what she wants, but I can only wonder where he can go from here! (big hugggssssss) This is a powerful twist, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Ron, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
“It wasn’t until recently I understood how I had shut off feeling things, just to keep from cracking all crinkled inside.” ~*~ Well now, I was having a fairly smooth Saturday until I hit that bump in the road... I thought it was only supposed to rain outside... dang, you're good... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
I felt her behind me Before I heard her And was reminded of The way in a storm The hair on the back of your neck Would stand up Just before lightning strikes. I might have made different choices If she hadn’t touched me. ====================================== the hair on me mothy arms stood up when I read that part....... "Well, Lacey, I spent a long time learning to live with her and all that time was spent torn up inside.” I started as I tried to say all the things wrapped up around inside me. “ It wasn’t until recently I understood how I had shut off feeling things, just to keep from cracking all crinkled inside.” ========================== damn ....... |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
..."all that time was spent torn up inside..." also would have quoted what the others have already. Makes one curious if she'd really choose to go back to Davis if Travis had decided to continue to move on in life....(or, backwards) Lovely love story.....enjoying greatly. Pat  ..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.. |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Atmosphere -- such atmosphere.... You got a touch, man.... ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Ah! Now I understand... *Playing catch-up here* Love it..love it! ~Hugs~ ~ Trace my body with your words.. |
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