sleep creeps over the room a little quicker when the blankets are so cold against our feet. the scent of the fire we burned last week still lingers in the air above the place where we lay our heads. late-night tv and silent upper rooms were never too great a burden to bear.
and i have never wished for anyone or anytime as much as i think i need you here right now.
everything is harder when the lessons that must be learned include letting go of you your long black hair and your freckled asian face.
