it's been

six months
since you've told me that i was
your own little piece of heaven

twenty-eight weeks
since i've dialed your phone number
to tell you i love you
just because

182 days
since you've touched my shoulder and
told me i was beautiful
or atleast,
beautiful to you

4,368 hours
since you've held me close with your
hands tracing my spine like
reading a novel in braille

262,080 minutes
since i've heard you say my name
like it was the most delicate and angelic word
your tongue has ever had the honor to speak

15,724,800 seconds
since i've truly been
happy

07/17/2004

Author's Note: again, one of those poems where you like the idea but it never comes out how you want it.

Posted on 07/18/2004
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