it should be snowing but the weather has been
defying all the regulations and so it is january
and i am surrounded by rain and puddles and
dark, dark night i am driving slowly with
the fuzz of the radio like a lullaby and i am
thinking of how much i'd like to drive the 125 miles
to your house, just me, the radio, and the downpours
to keep each other company as i think how nice it'll be
to arrive at your door, 4am, the sun considering dawn
in a few hours and you considering how much you have
missed me although it was not so apparent until i decided to show up

01/08/2007

Posted on 01/08/2007
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