Saturday, October 25, 2008

Out of line

Waiting to hear your voice when it’s dark outside. The constant feeling of you missing. No snow. The bench. Blue stars hidden by clouds. Pop-corn for one. No more knocking on my door. Roses forgotten.

So would I be out of line if I said "I miss you"?

1 comment:

Arbe said...

Qué bonito, parece un haiku (pero mucho más largo, claro), como los que me regalaste. Me encanta cómo describes tus emociones, de manera tan sencilla. Un abrazo fuerte.