Thursday, February 15, 2007


She was klutzy. And her grandfather talked incessantly.

She laughed at all my stupid, vain musings.
She was sweet. Kind. And Silly.

She never trusted me. She always thought I was fooling around. Her sister hated me. That's OK I hated her sister too.

Yes, she was troubled, mean, unsure, and would say things at inopportune times to pick a fight.

I would rather have had one breath of her hair,
one kiss from her mouth,

one touch of her hand,

than an eternity without it.


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