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8:30 AM

8:30 AM

As 8:30 am draws closer
my dog and
I will hit the road in fear
Fear of the drive
Fear of the unknown
And the fear of
missing what I’m
leaving behind when
what I’m leaving behind
doesn’t even
deserve my thoughts
He was the
very first person I’d call
when I was afraid
He didn’t even care
and he couldn’t care less
This big terrifying moving
truck that
I’ll hit the road with I’m
afraid that even if
there’s a tiny bump in the
road the first person
I’d call would be
him

© she
January 2, 2016

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