365 days later.
11/30/2003 11:09 p.m.
this time last year,
we'd lay with our limbs intertwined
on carpeted floors.
autumn skies and
november smiles made even the coldest breeze
feel like a sun bath.
you were my angel, baby,
and i thought it'd always be that way.
twelve months later
your face is somewhere in car's windshield reflection
and your phone number is just a blur of digits.

i haven't kissed a boy since,
and maybe i'll never kiss one again.
I am currently Mysterious
I am listening to yo-yo ma