11/10/10

Hung up the phone in a daze.  Your far away voice so close to me.  Left me in a trance.  Red then green then red again.  The lights turned, I didn't.  No music playing, no music needed.  Air filled with song.  We're still here.  You're still here.  Same giggly, Aristotle-reading, wanderer.  You'll never stray far.  The feeling of full- an after thanksgiving dinner kind of full.  Full and thankful.  It was just us.  Plain, simple us.  I wrote today's date near twenty times today but it held no meaning until now.  You're more than in my head.