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.