Oct 21, 2003 18:48
A phone ringing.
A dog howling.
Then, across the lurid bay, the city is silent.
It's like you were never here.
A plane roaring.
A ship cutting gracefully through the awkward waves.
Long hot summer days mean nothing once the winter comes.
And once again, you're never here.
Trust me:
Without you the sun
Would never bother rising.
I sit and wonder.