| You were sitting in a rocking
chair when I... 796 |
[Feb. 11th, 2010|03:41 am] |
You were sitting in a rocking
chair when I calledYou must have gotten it since
the divorceReading a book and eating a cookieA
Grandma's oatmeal cookieThe sun's out now, and
it's coming in the windowYou have a new
television, the kind with a flat screenIt's sleeping under the
TV
Dead silence from her endOn my end the wind blew
and the rain slapped the windowsI was about to
ask her if she was there when she spoke again, in
a dull voice that didn't sound like Pam at allI
had thought she was done hurting my heart, but I
was wrongIf you ever loved
me - stop spying on me
"Then stop blaming me," I said in a hoarse, notquite-
breaking voiceSuddenly I remembered Ilse
getting ready to go back to Brown, Ilse standing
in the strong tropical sun outside the Delta
terminal, looking up at me and saying, You deserve
to get betterSometimes I wonder if you really
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