scrapbook

[gold_in_thesand]

Here's the picture of the castle, and the surrounding late summer foliage.

Here's the voice recording of the busy friend, who was too busy to say more than hello.

Here's the little box, where all the little stuffed animals go, holding things, wearing tshirts, attached to key rings and offering chocolates.

Here's the last drops of water, moments from evaporation, when you kicked your legs and swam like a shark.

Here's the echo of all the perfect things you said.

Here's the reading on the thermometer of that spot on my back, from your warm waiting hand when I was turned away from you.

Here's my eyes, watching the caller ID as you called for the third time but left no message.

Here's me with the pair of dull scissors, trying to cut all the strings.