You open the door for me when my arms are full of groceries. I smile at you as we pass each other by. We fight for hot water. I stand aside when cold water pours down. I hear the songs of love and loss and loneliness you play. You hear the music I play to fill the emptiness of my room. I hear you drum your fingers on the table. You hear my sobs.
December 10, 2005...6:41 pm
some time alone.
Jump to Comments
