Friday, January 05, 2007
Short and Untitled
They say that sometimes you are farther than the moonand sometimes you are closer than my skin.
Indeed, I remember back when you were closer than my skin;
Those were the evenings spent alone with you in bliss,
Those were the mornings when you awoke me by a gentle kiss;
And these are the evenings when I sit alone and wish and reminisce,
and these are the mornings when I wake to an alarm clock after falling asleep with the hurting thought:
Why have you forsaken me?
Erika on 11:52 PM
