Wednesday, March 3, 2010

I am composing letters in my head that I will never send.
I still wake up on your time.

I miss you...r meticulousness.
The way you kept your nails.
And hair.
And skin.

The way you kept the details of our lives working.

I miss your scent.
And 1 minute conversations just to say "I love you."

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