epiphany

was listening to the new Doug Burr and Burning Hotels albums tonight and was inspired to free write this:

- there was a sparkle in her eyes when his name came off her lips
- those sparking eyes darted left to right avoiding any direct contact
- when she finally focused and began to really talk the sparkle was gone

- there was a spark in his soul when her eyes met his
- that spark led to a rush of desire and feelings weighted by his thoughts
- when he finally succumbed to the desire the spark was gone

- they held hands with their hopes dimmed by what they couldn't have
- she ran her hand through his hair & he realized she wishes it was someone else
- he caressed her thigh and she realized he finally had the epiphany