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#59- Midnight Booze Run.

#59- Midnight Booze Run.

A Poem by Paper

Late night drug store trip.

Twenty minutes until tomorrow.
The sky, black and dark
In the distance,
Flashes of white.
The storm coming
But the air here,
Still dry, cool, and crisp.

Park my car
In a lot with only one other.

The teenager
At the register 
Mutters a greeting
Oddly surly,
As I walk past him.

Looking for something 
That will make the 
Past few hours 
Of craziness
On the phone
And in texts with J
A little more bearable.

Return to the counter,
Now, waiting.

Teenager returns.
"Sorry about the wait
I sliced my hand open."
Notice his odd grip, 
On a poorly bandaged hand.

"Enjoying your holiday, sir?"
I nod general consent.
A lie, maybe.
Return the sentiment.
Ask about his.

He hands me my bags.

Man with a mustache and vest
A manager, maybe.
"Yeah we got some in the back,
But it's expired."

Teenager looks at his hand
"Yeah.  I'll use it."
As I walk quietly out of the store.

© 2017 Paper

Author's Note

Weird night.

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Added on May 30, 2017
Last Updated on May 30, 2017
Tags: relationships, romance, depression, heartache, friends




I'm 50% hoping That you find this, Someday, Miss. And 50% hoping That you never do. That you never know the truth. And all the feelings And thoughts I'll Never Directly Tell you.... more..

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