thank god, though I may not believe, for bike rides, cigarettes, and old friends.
I almost stopped at a former lover's house for condolences, but I pedaled past knowing he's not home, turn that street down and down the next. Hours of talk about someone else's drama did not save my life, but left me conscious, and with fewer scars.
thank god for nail polish, brothers, and telephone calls. the sound of your voice saved me from a heart attack. 19 days of summer left, and I will not spare your company.
the long night will be spent in waiting, but a different, kinder kind.
Posted by samantha at August 20, 2004 08:26 PM