Wednesday, September 08, 2010

good or bad

The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
The truth is that I miss him everyday. I miss him all the time in fact; good or bad, I don't think I care.

Scibbled by Farah G at 2:53 am  

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