4.7.11

Sleeping on the Couch.

I am strangely nostalgic and
lost and a little weird,
like I have put on a sweater
three sizes too big, and I can't
find the head hole, and I'm flailing
around in this big comfy sweater.
It's not entirely bad.
It's not entirely good.

And I have a horrible,
absolutely ridiculous thing to admit.

I miss his voice.

It hasn't been two weeks, and already
I just want to hear him talk. His calm
voice is like catharsis and to just hear
him say anything right now, would be
lovely. I miss his voice.



1 comment:

Sarah said...

Who is HE already!!??