Sober Notes 2

Tracing down his drunken footsteps. I was reminded of the days when he used to walk beside me. Supporting my inebriated soul. Inebriated, because of his love. Here I come. Crawling back to you. Tracing your footsteps. Afraid to approach you. Because now you seem just a little too far away to be mine.

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