Valentine's Day (02-18-04)
I walk into a room that is twenty degrees hotter.
But I feel ten degrees colder.
People bump into me causing me to bump into people.
Noise is harsh.
Chaotic, crashing, booming.
Drowning me.
"Rebecca!" someone yells.
He's tall, red-faced and pointing at me.
"I was talking to your friends outside."
He slurs and I catch the scent of
vodka, gin, orange juice.
I let the confusion surrond and engulf me.
In the center of my thoughts is you.
Smiling, laughing, talking.
Loving me.
Your fingers on my cheek.
Your lips on my neck.
Your voice whispers my name.
In a room full of strangers,
I'm not lonely.
*I obviously wrote this for Darrell. I sent him a hand-written copy in his birthday card. He never told me if he got it or not though. I should probably ask him.)
But I feel ten degrees colder.
People bump into me causing me to bump into people.
Noise is harsh.
Chaotic, crashing, booming.
Drowning me.
"Rebecca!" someone yells.
He's tall, red-faced and pointing at me.
"I was talking to your friends outside."
He slurs and I catch the scent of
vodka, gin, orange juice.
I let the confusion surrond and engulf me.
In the center of my thoughts is you.
Smiling, laughing, talking.
Loving me.
Your fingers on my cheek.
Your lips on my neck.
Your voice whispers my name.
In a room full of strangers,
I'm not lonely.
*I obviously wrote this for Darrell. I sent him a hand-written copy in his birthday card. He never told me if he got it or not though. I should probably ask him.)