(LONGING)1
Dusk closes the sky where I lay, as dawn opens your eyes where you wake. 7 voicemail calls later and the pre-recorded loop of your tongue still sounds like new. As sharp and knowable as the day you said, "I love you." Honey ginger tea, just like you to make, now just a keen puddle of herbs, withdrawn at my bedside. By some miracle you'll hop on the red eye flight from your end of the earth to mine. I'll clasp my hands together in prayer, begging to a god of whom I don't believe in, to bring you home. Here is home, where your tea leaves will steep until you walk through the screen door.
Author notes
I don't think he's ever coming back...
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Interesting. I can't seem to find another word to describe this. It's beautifully detailed, but at some points I find my mind going elsewhere.
Keep in mind that with narrative, it's best to write out the numbers instead of the actual number itself. Especially when it's the first word in a sentence.
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