Quiet

It was a quarter ’til ten.
It was quiet.

I had a headache.
My stomach had pained me all day.

I was given a week off work,
but I needed the money.

I listened to bluegrass and played my guitar.
Earlier in the day, I saw a woman I knew in the store.

But I couldn’t remember where
I knew her from, so we didn’t speak.

We smiled.
Then I remembered it was a restaurant.

We worked together.
I almost bought a shirt, 

but I needed the money.
I set a date with an old friend.

All-day, I was thinking it has
to get better than this.

Now, it’s getting late.
I’ve got a little quiet…

and it only hurts when I get a little more.

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