I brush my hand
on your sleeping shoulder.
Blankets move
and Love awakes.
Slow motion takes over
and it's like a
perfect movie moment.
But short-term memories
are never quite
what they used to be.
You're not really here.
You're in another state.
A thousand miles away
probably chasing out
some cash.
I miss you since yesterday.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
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