Tuesday, February 24, 2009

In The Morning

On the roof we dance... old records spin romance... nose to nose we sway to Billie Holiday... In the morning... I miss you most. Drive to a mountain range... read Shakespeare page by page... pronounce each word out loud... to the coyotes they will sound... In the morning... I miss you most... I walk the streets of Philly... oh these days are ordinary... I can't say that I'm not lonely... well, today I am just only... here without you around... I miss your silent stare... your ears your lips your hair... I miss making you laugh... cut me an orange half... In the morning... I miss you most... when do we get wise... oh, when do we get wiser?



1 comment:

andy said...

What a sweet soul you have!

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