withered fingers under dirt
Sunday, May. 23, 2004 10:35 am
two nights to put my arms around her,
a third to break it all apart.
late that night, her hushed words
put my eyes to the ground.
I'm not allowed to forget
how a lonely night feels.
last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004