its sharp beneath her feet, bare and tired from the days behind.
with every step she feels the pains of a lost child in a desolate land over the seas.
she hears her best friend, filling up his life with other girls in towns that want him.
he tells her its all a lie. and asks why she believes it.
she knows he is hurting, but not near as much as the cuts on the bottom of her feet.
the phone lay on the floor where it last fell.
his voice still shaking on the other end.
he cries out for her to listen, he is on his knees begging her for a chance.
but that wont happen, this moment, has been in the making for 5 years straight.
he knows she is running from thing to thing, and jumping from scene to scene.
she cant help it, its all she knows.
he lays his heart gently on her sleeve,
and she runs and lets the breeze take it away.
the wind will carry his heart to another girl in another town that needs him, because she no longer does.
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