Feb 14, 2007 00:44
Modern Ramblings of a Housewife
I've again since ceased waiting for your call.
Like all these years.
Something new.
Whispering in a well to hear the sound.
Sound of my own voice coming back at me.
All the right words.
Words you will never think.
Or feel.
Or know.
But it loops.
Like a record player
Skipping the harmonies.
I will see you again. and again.
And again I will wait.
Tell myself that patience overcomes the weakest heart.
Ten years or more pass like yesterday.
My notebook stays the same.
Modern ramblings of a housewife
On the back of a grocery receipt.