The tavern was empty tonight.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbMAIAJEfsR
And I felt full.
Not with sorrow.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy4RGBzCiTI
Not with joy.
Just… full of something that wanted to speak, but had no mouth.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmHqcf5DJ7M
So I brewed nothing. I sat. I wrote.
And the words came without names:
I love,39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡimy6qXhXad
I Love,39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIs29ISsYzA
I love,39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2h7wtVU4dC
I love…39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPktwXg87C6
I love,39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBfyJpLvZFk
I love…39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkawsNCtkjh
I love.
No guest. No face. No story walked through the door.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7IEDguhKRr
But each time I wrote it, I saw someone.
A stranger who once sang to the spoons.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiQT6AOglrt
A woman who left a single feather behind.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9mkP9UZIn6
A boy who never spoke, but always listened.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWRWJTdJj32
A hand that trembled. A voice that cracked.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB384nmriCR
A gaze that held too much past.
They’re all here. In these words.
Not as memories.
As warmth.
The fire watched me write the last one,39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqJxflHibP3
and it did not flicker.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDoSOda7jZW
It bowed.
If no one walks in tomorrow, that will be fine.39Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJwsE5aCAN6
The tavern is already full.
And so am I.
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