Monday, November 17, 2008

citrus smells like christmas in
our building and
you rub your eyes in the morning.
"it's snowing" you say in a tired voice, and
roll towards me.
we stay warm and watch what's going on
ouside, the window telling us that the
world is still moving without us.

1 comment:

My Idea of Fun said...

this made me really sad. i really like it.