November 08, 2009 - 7:20 p.m.
Today I'll speak to no one but you
and listen to all our music
rearranging and straightening the remnants of our life
I pull everything out of your closet and instill the order there that I could not create of you
and me
and and and...
i smoke a cigarette in mourning and wonder if tomorrow will be better than I feel today
how will i hold me together when it took so long to break
I am in pieces in our bed, surrounded by plates, a hole in the wall and tears all over my face
putting it all back together.
i make lists, step outside, do dishes, fold sheets and make healthy food
but inhale the smoke that reminds me of you
I'm sleep walking in cliches
I will talk to no one but you
until tomorrow
and who knows what will happen then?
