Lonliness that borders on dread. Waking up alone to this hole, feeling the suck of it drain my heart of blood. Careen down the highways, miles upon miles, but never closer to her, so far away.

Out there, rockets emit red glares. Barbecues roast herds and flocks in homage to the heat. Bloodstreams thin from alcohol, and history's chapbook gains another tumultuous page.

Out there, it is Independance Day. But in here, where the lonliness borders on dread, I have had to face my interdependance, finally. I cry with the freedom to need her so badly.

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