lonely.
Date: 10 January 2007 23:54:30 - Subscribe
Mood: sigh.
I sleep
curled up
beside the phone,
and I hate -
I hate -
that I'm not beside you.
I'm like a petulant child:
why, WHY can't I be
a grownup like you?
you don't call me
on your break at work
anymore.
what do you do
to pass away the time?
who do you talk to
in the silence of your mind?
I wish I could be certrain
that I'm always
behind your closed eyes
as you are
behind mine.
if only
I could
inhabit your dreams.
I would make you
come to me
again -
and
again.
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