| Nostalgia I stayed in today and in the tortuous arms of this afternoon there was nothing I could do but think of you. With the wind scraping my window and the couch cushion next to me empty can you blame me? This was one Sunday that really took its time hovering over me like the rain did all day. I washed my face tonight in the time it takes most people to eat dinner I fixed myself some hot chocolate, a gift you had offered me earlier, but I declined, not wanting you to have to work. I sit down now in a blanket and listen to the rain against the window and underneath the tires of the cars outside They all have their lives. They go on without me. At some point this has to stop. I want badly to sleep. But why even try? |