Day 25- Betrayal

It had been long, chasing

sleep, greeting

cars parked haphazardly, living

near people coated

with a thin layer of salt.

It had been long, seeking

redress, seeing

through different

eyes, slowly losing

words and strength and want.

It had been a long

battle with time, folding

and unfolding it

and now there was a scar,

fresh like a newborn

and that wasn't right. 


Source: Chapter 11, Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks