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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