Saturday, November 12, 2011
I found a new place to rest my head, someone tall and someone slender. He’s like you but not the same. He doesn't read the same books or laugh at all the jokes I tell. He has a different smell. He doesn't have the same skeleton tree eyelashes.
He is not you.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
I will always remember
the way you woke me to greet the sun
and the way you kept me up to greet the moon.
The November air is colder this year.