"Emergency brake jabbing my ribs


A rude reminder

That he's taking me home and has to go


In the morning,

Constellations dance around my eyes

My head in his lap,

Fingers clutching the leg of his blue jeans


He shifts gears and

Sings to the pop-rock-dance-mix on the radio.

'Baby, I'll sob as you drive away tonight.'"

1/1/2006 9:11pm

Note: And he's gone again...another two months as least before we'll see each other. Maybe we'll get it right this time around...thanks for reading!