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This I Can Do
I watched as she entered the café
Whenever she enters the same room
It reminds me of that first day.
The day she came into my town
Riding in with that Reaper clown
But it's the feeling that never goes away.
I feel the pull, the tug
Her energy draws me in
I don't even have to see her
To know what's causing that feelin'.
Rue is standing by the Secret Santa box
Paper and pencil in hand.
I wonder what she wants for Christmas
Behind her ear, she tucks a strand.
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She looks around
She appears tired and worn
She finishes writing
but then looks torn.
Her hand hovers over the box
She didn't place it in.
Instead, she walked on over
And threw in the trash bin.
I waited until she was out of sight
Wondering what she did write
I dig through and the find the note
Read what she wrote.
Oh Rue, what are going through?
I glanced again at her scrawl.
There was a time I'd know it all.
Well, there is one thing I can do...
I can give this gift to you.
YOU ARE READING
Busted Gulch Volume 12
AdventureA stranger has come to Busted Gulch hoping to exploit the town. Will he succeed or will his past stand in his way. Come read Busted Gulch vol 12 a Western story told by a collaboration of authors and poets from around the globe in poetry and prose...
