Tuesday, January 6, 2009
missing spoon
Rob, I'll miss you tonight. It's only been hours since we peeled ourselves apart, cradled in that soft bliss--that world where nothing else exists--called your bed. I've gone on with my day, and you with yours, but I've never really left you.
Labels:
spooning
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment