Sunday market day in the square. Corner panino and vegetable people outside my door.
How do I leave this life behind? How do I return to a life, to people who've moved on without me? How do I readjust to a life I used to have when I've moved on? What if, we can't meet, what if we won't be able to fit anymore? What if, what if, my heart has changed. Ah, I know it can't be, I know it can't be. But I'm still scared.
2 comments:
Well Kim, I'm going to warn you now. All bread has tasted like shit since I have returned from Florence.
damit claire. i'm going to eat a panino after work.
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