The hem of Mother Nature's skirt (complete) by Angela Thomas Central Park is like the hem of Mother Nature's peridot skirt poking out from the middle of a train wreck. I miss you more than I can quantify and I feel like without you, my hands keep trying to curl around the steel bars on the subway, the old wood of my staircase, anything that might be warm to the touch. I sleep kissing my pillow because before, your head had touched it and it still smells just as sweet as you. Your picture adorns my wall, my desk, my laptop, and my memory. We were talking on the phone tonight and you didn't say anything special except, "What does my voice say to you?" It spoke softly like you were telling a secret into a microphone just after you woke up from an afternoon nap. It made me slowly close my eyes and feel your words, "It says you love me." 09/03/2005 Posted on 09/03/2005 Copyright © 2023 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2023 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)