“Yup. Smells like fertilizer,” she said, as she diligently folded the letter.
The poem was sappy and nostalgic; full of sweet-nothings that they hadn’t felt for each other, in ages.
She opened the window and tossed, what was now, a paper airplane, outside.
She danced, while she sang, “Forget You”, as if it were a gospel hymn, as the fertilizer poem flew away.
DizzyDezzi (c) 2016
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