One Good Friday

Last Friday was the first day that I stopped to think,
Maybe life had more to offer than
Confused lovers
And stuffy bedrooms with the choking scents of
Cliched love.

Sitting in the car that you drove,
Waiting in the rain with nothing but empty hands,
Laughing about things that could be,
Would be,
and things that would never be-
I felt at ease
And looked towards the future with an optimism that I had previously
Never felt before.

So this is what people mean when they say that
Love isn’t always at first sight
But comes to grow upon you
Slowly at first
In the same way that one becomes a saved sinner.

One Good Friday

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