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it started with the keys
Contributed by
workinprogress
on
Tuesday, 15th January 2013 @ 08:33:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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it started with the keys
they are gone
where did they go?
i search and seach and seach
eveywhere
every pocket
every bag
how could i be so irresponsible?
to my office, my cherished beloved office
i have to tell my supervisor
how embarrassing
the next morning
they appear
there they are!
on my seat?
my drivers seat?
how did i not see them last night?
throughout the night
i lose my earring
it is nowhere
not on my couch
not in my bed
gone
disappeared
the next day my car decides
to spin us out on a rainy sat morning
it was on an exit ramp
i don't know how it happened
it was so surreal
i spun
i turned
i hit the gardrail
bounced off
and landed in the center lane
with my engine off
i sat in awe
in awe of how
how did this happen?
i play it over and over again
did i do a 360
a 180?
i'm not sure
i didn't hit anyone
and stoppeddead center in the lane
facing the correct direction
i am fortunate
blessed
it could have been so much worse
i wonder
to myself
what is it that i am to learn with all of this?
it's too much to not have a message
then today
i file i saved
was not there
i had prinited it
yet the file was not there
this is ridiculous
i say
i have to retype what i had already done
ugh
will it end?
perhaps this is necessary to make way
for something new
something better
something sacred
i hope so!
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workinprogress
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2013-01-15 20:33:09] (Date/Time posted on
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