untitled 19
Wednesday, Oct. 01, 2003 6:04 pm
who's feet are those, clip-clopping behind me on the brick? The high heels' left right left. someone I know?
like?
care about?
love?
I don't want to turn around and find a stranger. Let me enjoy this moment, with my imagination and her words that are my words.
I'm starting to forget what her voice sounds like.
a stranger passes by me;
clip-clop, clip-clop.
last five:
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004
Threadbare - Friday, Sept. 17, 2004
You Spy - Friday, Sept. 17, 2004
The Thrill is Gone - Friday, Sept. 17, 2004