Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem #187

The twinkling of stars,
the glow of the moon
are dim next to you in my sight.

I likely won't see you
till well after dark.
That's why I long for the night.
7/16/02010

I must've been in the middle of a workday that I expected to go much longer than I hoped.

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