Tears Will Fall Sometimes…

Maybe it’s the realization that I don’t have to stay in this little town.

Maybe it was the realization that the magic isn’t there anymore?

Maybe it’s the longing for those country roads!

Maybe it’s the lack of energy to fight the patriarchy.

Maybe it’s because I remember it all.

Maybe it’s because everyone thinks I’m fragile like a flower but I’m fragile like a bomb?!?

Maybe it’s because I’ve played the game. I know the moves. I can see your moves before you make them.

Maybe it’s because the gates of the grounds I grew up on have been left open, the locks long since gone. Gate keepers are buried and burned.

Maybe I’m too old for the mischief but I’ll probably never forget how the sand felt after midnight. How salty lips taste and how the glow of a single lamp could soften how I saw everything.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had high heels on. It’s been a long time since ive tasted smoky whisky…. but was it the most fun I ever had?

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