But I don't mean this in that SCARY way. Friday, Dec. 13, 2002 ~ 8:03 AM << >>
She wants to see me in her inbox. A little letter wishing her a good morning.
I want to give her a good morning; or anything else she would take.
Says that she cannot sing.
But I can harmonize to anything. And doesn't she know that her laughter is music enough?
She apologizes for rambling on; wasting time with her stories.
And all I can think of how time stops and starts between dial tones.
The things I want to say... the things I want to say seem irrational and untimely.
Where is all the time in the world when I really need it?
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