Monday, January 19, 2009

Nevertheless

There is so much more to get done, I cannot wait to see you again. To strip you bare and touch your skin. I am sick of all the winter clothes. If only you’d feel the same way… But there is always the question of my debt. I guess somehow it is natural for you to think I am for free. Has it been too long?
Nevertheless...
We didn't burn for nothing, did we?
Do you still remember that last kiss? The pound, the army, the roaring wind.
You promised to come back for me. And I am still waiting.

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