Wednesday, February 18, 2009

thursday's joy

We lie, approximately thirteen miles away from each other,
you, enshrouded in the darkness of your bed,
myself, sitting upright near the promise of the light.
Our voices cooed in the silence of the night,
as if we were the only two awake in the world.

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