10/15/2012

 i find myself thinking of her at the most in-opportune times. I miss her presence. Her smell…. the way I used to look forward to coming home to her after a long day of work… prancing around in those black shorts and bare feet.. i miss her warmth, her independence. something about clear skin and black curls I can’t ever quite get out of my head….. regretting so many words I’ve said.

knowing deep inside that in this… I did lose one.

…. knowing deep inside that in her girth…. for me there is redemption. 

LLH