"Seven hours and

I'm

So

Nervous

That I put my shirt on b a c k w a r d s,

My shoes on the wrong feet

Stumbling

Through the hallway, can't find my cigarettes

Your face floating behind my eyes

And

Damn,

Only three minutes have passed since

I

Checked my watch last.

'Could it be that I'm dreaming?'"

12/18/2005 12:15pm


Note: He comes home tonight at 7:30. . .it's only twelve and I'm already a jumbled mess. Funny how that still happens after six months of him being gone. . . Thanks for reading!