Wednesday, March 15, 2006

...forgot about this part

His face, muted blue from the light in the corner, laying passive on my pillow is etched upon my closed eyelids. Wind howling outside and the rain falling passionately; I hold him in my arms....taking him in.

Driving in the sun, his voice lifts and not only matching the words, but elevating them to something surreal. I cried. Later, him asleep upon me and my never wanting it to end.

All these moments, so quick but permanent as well.

He goes home. That night, no phone call - no message. Same thing the next day. I had forgotten about this part.

I'm falling.

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