september fifth two thousandfive
it was the sun warming our legs on those last few days of summer-they cared-we celebrated & it wasn't over yet. tractors & neighbors-it was always tight. maybe it was the mixed cd the friend to my left made & looking in the side mirror to see my other half smiling or knowing that the boy i love came to town for this-my friends are adopted family & small talk is out of the question-a house set on top of a hill with an amazing view that would be covered by an outlet mall or hotel in a couple years...we made it together & all noticed but didn't speak.And the song was a perfect one to die out to.in my head it will always play like the messages the left me on my machine that morning. we all have dark hair & no one really knows their natural color because roots are starting to look like roots again. happy birthday darling and kiss me quickly.i love you all