Sunday, May 27, 2007

Lonely Evenings

It troubles me; knowing you are out there, confused, frustrated, trying to figure out if it is you, me, us. If you do figure it out that it will mean no more, or that I won't be able to accept it anymore if it means lots more. It rings in my head.

The night was sane; nothing special or piognant: just a movie and a drink. I wanted to share with you. You weren't here. I think, wow what great friends for me to want you to still be here. Is it enough or do we need more?

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