Ivy is on her deathbed and Matt - well Matt is lost. Lost his soul rather.
There's an inscription etched in the red soil at Mt. Carmel that is
slowly fading as the rains wash it away and a figure walks to his car:
"Always the dreamer, always the diversion.
Always within reach yet always discarded.
The worst thing for anyone in any lifetime. Matt De Leon."
Afternoon At Where It Leads To You
by M.A. Martin
I got lost and somehow, I got found
driving in an overcast morning in the pouring rain
saw myself standing - on soaked ground
wishing I can hold this pain
Eighteen steps to the fenced off door
Twenty two acts before I'm rid of it all. Bereft.
I walk away, my back to you and forever more
the beat a fading echo. As I have left,
my heart, my soul, my dreams complete.
On the curb that leads to your street.
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