These Empty Days
Apr. 6th, 2011 07:41 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisnewdayAgain, the girl in the dream. But somehow things were different, this time. I was different, and she was. And I had thought, at least with her, that this could never happen.
Still, we sat close, almost touching, and talked. We were outdoors, in the soft light, and it was warm.
Our hands touched, briefly, and I said, "Will you write to me again? I miss that."
And she said, "Sure."
And even though I badly need to get this right, this is all that I remember of it. To, you know, carry with me through these first hours, the feeling of it, if nothing more, until it fades, into the harsher light of these empty days...
LPK
LiveJournal
4.6.2011
Still, we sat close, almost touching, and talked. We were outdoors, in the soft light, and it was warm.
Our hands touched, briefly, and I said, "Will you write to me again? I miss that."
And she said, "Sure."
And even though I badly need to get this right, this is all that I remember of it. To, you know, carry with me through these first hours, the feeling of it, if nothing more, until it fades, into the harsher light of these empty days...
LPK
LiveJournal
4.6.2011
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