Tuesday, May 19, 2009

All Wrapped In Bones Of A Setting Sun

“I can see the
ocean. I miss you.
I’ll call you
tomorrow after my
phone is set up.”

i am almost cried dry. It’s that fucking song or the grocery isles, or when i close my eyes and inhale what i think is you. It is definitely the sushi stand that is now closed with a ripped-out fridge and concrete dust floors, and now i drink your tea and eat alone. i don’t know why this is happening because i knew you were leaving.