Jojin Van Winkle

When the evening came I said, "I have lost what I thought I had."

 

You picked up your guitar and said, "Every good ballad has pain."

 

"Does that mean my life is a ballad?" I whispered as your fingers strummed. You closed your eyes.

 

I began to hum.

 

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