It’s an Addiction
She Always Sat Alone
“I don’t have time for this…”
I’m not like them.
“Jokes on You.”
Now we’re worlds apart, with the memories of our love, hanging on the walls. I dream of a time when I could still hold you in my arms. I wake up Expecting that lingering warmth on the sheets to once again find myself all alone.
They laughed, ate, and played games, while she stood in the cold, wearing rags, looking in at the family she once had.
Something is here.
Sometimes you can’t see the whole picture.
This story is about the last time I ever sold chocolate Part II.