Friday, January 22, 2010

I went out with other young people. Like we thought was healthy. And,

all I did was talk about you.

When I'd think of these scenarios where you'd be gone for awhile, I'd imagined myself a slightly mature and patient man who busied himself in other things, but I'm not. I miss you. I'm with you. I keep you in my heart. You are, actually, my heart.