Outside today,
Sober tears filled the overcast sky.
I wonder when it will began to rain.
The peaceful leaves battled to stay afloat the drowning grass,
I wonder how they will manage when the sky begins to cry.
I will keep my window open for now in hope that he will be home soon.
My hands still smooth and young, I wonder how they will handle when old and frail. How will they defeat when he then never returns back to me? Will our tears fill the skies emptiness between us? Or maybe my weary hands will give up and reach out to him. I wonder how many days before my night.
2:58 p.m. - 2003-02-10
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