16 October 2005
absente
it’s a tough job,
to be left.
and those first moments alone,
that close like curtains around
and around and around
your body,
while your mind tries to follow,
drunk on absence;
wandering through th town and mountains
like a dream
for that boy or girl.
to be left.
and those first moments alone,
that close like curtains around
and around and around
your body,
while your mind tries to follow,
drunk on absence;
wandering through th town and mountains
like a dream
for that boy or girl.
# posted by hardyf : 20:48
