Until I watched him walk away…

I was always excited to watch him follow his dreams. Until I watched him send everything he owns off in a moving van. Until I watched him walk out of his empty apartment to turn in his keys. Until I watched him get up from his desk & leave the office with his title on the door. Until I watched him leave his beloved Mustang in his reserved parking spot. Until I watched him walk away wearing a rucksack & machine gun.


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