6/7/06 00:06
You lied to me. You can't even love me around this.
8/7/06 15:49
Your scent on my pillow after you're gone away for the next city.
Your soft lips on my neck when I plead "kiss me here".
The days in which I live from one fantasy to the next and fall tired on the bathroom floor; the nights in which I point and laugh and cry into the bedspread.
In transit.