I remember
there were nights when I found it
incredibly novel
for someone to tell me, "goodnight."
And now it is as if
you have corrupted
me with sorrowful expectation.
I will never know whether
my name is afforded a second glance
by you.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
I remember
there were nights when I found it
incredibly novel
for someone to tell me, "goodnight."
And now it is as if
you have corrupted
me with sorrowful expectation.
I will never know whether
my name is afforded a second glance
by you.
a bit of peripatetic writing tonight~
