May 2014
Falling asleep, I start to imagine
The garage apartment, and
The couch cushions spread on the floor.
You standing over me,
Adoring me with your eyes
As mine wake to you—
Your face, your smile, your love—
And the contradicting words,
"You look like ****."
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Miss you Andy...
Miss you like crazy.
Rest in peace my love.
The garage apartment, and
The couch cushions spread on the floor.
You standing over me,
Adoring me with your eyes
As mine wake to you—
Your face, your smile, your love—
And the contradicting words,
"You look like ****."
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Miss you Andy...
Miss you like crazy.
Rest in peace my love.
He went to work and I spent the day cleaning and rearranging the apartment - finally passing out amongst the 3 billion books I had arranged alphabetically
