The crisp clear morning
brought a new hope.
The ability to restart;
to forget.
The whisky burned
as it slid down my throat,
and the cold wind
kissed my cheek as it passed me.
A clear California morning,
with the stars in full bloom
and a screaming heart.
I sat on those steps
and counted the minutes to dawn.
Until the rest of the world
woke up to this new beginning,
this new day.
And for those few precious
minutes…
The world was mine,
the stars were mine,
she was mine,
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