Sep 13, 2006 23:53
It could have been 4 months. It could have turned into years.
I could have shared fall with you.
And and winter
And spring
And all in between
And we could have grown old.
Or not.
Or just sleep.
Maybe even coffee
yes.
lots of coffee
But instead.
I have all these lemons.
All by myself.
And not nearly enough tea.