This evening as the frost began to fall, my eyes strained out the window screen and caught the flicker of an incoming message.
While balancing the steering wheel, I unlocked the phone to reveal its message. With it brought back the pain I felt in the summer gone by. Nails shot throughout my body unplugging the half mended wounds. Another soul quoted the words that your friend spoke. The words were I realised your actions would perish me like an apple core. For it was that night you saw my facial reaction of your glance lose its glow. For that night, I lost you. With this message I have had to relive that pain you left there. The pain that made me push your delicate unthoughtful soul from my life. A finish I long envisaged. It left a gap where trust and love once filled. A dearing friendship ripped from the roots with one single plough burrowing through the settled soil. Another road block that pushed its boundaries too far. The tractors wheels once again cultivating the soil for new plantations. Our lips no longer cross these known paths but it appears for once I was right. These lines could not be uncrossed and now this evening, history repeats.
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