your black lighter...
thunder, lightning, rain - lonely yet serene. it is dark at 3pm, looking out the window, watching the flowers blow on the trees as the rain pours down and i sit in the solace of your face. your face, your face with your bright blue eyes and your perfect mouth - i would love to kiss that mouth. i would love to know what you are doing at this very second, and see the smile that lies upon that mouth. that smile that has been burned into my brain - my only saving grace. it is 3pm and i am wishing you a happy birthday, well knowing you can not hear me - and i miss you. 27 more hours to go...