flourescent light.
another night wasted
in some frozen windswept
parking lot,

and all i can think of is
the way that your hair looks
when that breeze blows through it.

while i'm waiting for you to
come home,
i'll make you some soup for the cold
so that maybe when you get back,
we can stay in and enjoy everything
we've been missing lately.

06/06/2007

Posted on 06/06/2007
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