Where You Are

It’s comforting to know where you are in this world,

and it’s comforting to not know too.


December 13, 2009

The only thing I remember is lying on your bed
my hands grasping at a pillow
and looking out your window, trying not to cry
my heart fighting its hardest to keep you.

Me: I want to give this a try.
You: I don’t want to do long distance

and it wasn’t enough.