143  222  717

I still remember the last time.. Even after 14 years, I still remember the first time. I’ll never forget the time in between. The time we shared. “Our Time.” Owned by us. Just the two of us. Time well spent. Time to let go.. No, time to confess. Loving her was so easy. If, to the T, her name in any variation..  T, to the if, embedded; the source of my methodical madness. 143 bpm, my heart races from the sound. 222, since day one I’ve always been down. 717, proof that there will never be no place like home. Knock…. Knock. I’ll leave my shoes at the door. 


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