Process
Tonight
I drove around the city,
through its empty
veins and arteries,
searching
for a sign.
There was none.
So I kept driving,
then
I started
writing.
VM
I picked up the phone
and dialed your numbers
hoping for an answer.
Nothing,
just your voice
on the other end
telling me
what I already
know.
Sometimes we must turn inward to illuminate the outer world.
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