Monday, July 27, 2009

just a few more months and i will be fine

about the point
where my vision blurs-
i turn to ask
how to laugh
when nothing is funny
(without you).

about the point
where i think i hear
the kettle scream
your name-
i think i see your face
(in mine).

im drinking beer,
because i love you
(and it hurts).

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