index | archives | notes Friday, Jan. 27, 2006 11:27 p.m. << [ I Am Not Going Home ] >> I took down the painting on my wall, the framed one with all your notes hidden behind the back panel, and I put it on my bed. Every time I turn around to sleep, I see it, and I think of you, and I think about that night where you said I was beautiful and you held my face, and I think about the way you look when you're smiling in the sunlight, the way your eyes sparkle and you don't look so hardened and bitter, and I think, I really do love you. There's a blank spot on my wall where you should be. I miss you so much right now and I wish you'd just return my call. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org