BlumLaw1
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 Posted: Sep 2, 12:34 am Post subject: You Broke My Heart |
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She was there. I did not see her. But I know she was here. Her mark has been indelibly etched into my life. There she was. She came. She wrote. And then, like a ghost, disappeared.
I can never forget her. My Sara.
All that remains of her is her name.
It must have pained her so; to approach the booth, to stand in line in the sweltering heat, to reach down and pick up that pen and so carefully and through the ache so deep, pen her name. Sara.
I can only imagine what must gone through her mind as she approached her turn to the petition. How she must have prayed that I would catch her name before she disappeared. But alas, time was not on our side. Sara.
My life no longer has focus. It has now become my destiny to find Sara. To once again bring her back into the booth. To show her how to be free and give more of herself; more than just "Sara".
I will find you Sara. There is no cowpie or orange rind on the fairgrounds under which I will not search. Forever I will prowl the midway, approaching women left and right, staring deeply into their eyes, and asking them but one question ... are you perchance, Sara?
I miss you Sara. Of course, I tried to call you at the number you wrote. 555-8000. Whenever I call, some other woman answers and asks me if she can help me. I ask her if she has seen my Sara. Can you hear me now ... Sara?
(Do you believe it that some goof named "Sara" took the time to stand in line at the booth to sign the petition and wrote nothing more than her name ... Sara ... twice. She also thinks I am an idiot by giving me the fone number 555-8000 when everybody knows that is the fone number for the pizza delivery).
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