I leave tomorrow. My few possessions, thrown in a box.
Tom Waits’ raspy voice echoes round the empty room. We loved listening to him together. Now, slouched in a corner, I listen alone. You? Just a picture in a frame, on the floor.
I’m gonna love you till the wheels come off he growls as I fall asleep.
It’s dawn. Your picture’s bathed in the sun’s golden glow. The needle click-click-clicks as the disc goes round and round. I lift the arm and place it back to the beginning.
I love you baby and I always will, ever since I put your picture in a frame.
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and Rowena Curtin for the picture.
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