Sunday, August 15, 2010

love note

surrounded by strangers
not acclimated to this air
i am right here
you're over there

ask to borrow my days
they are already lent
i've been on a spree
everything is spent

there is no change
nothing to give back
i poured it all out
from the longing....
and the lack

of air that is familiar.

1 comment:

Sarah said...

ah, that familiar air . . . that *is* true longing.