Sunday, April 3, 2011

just occurred to me.

its almost three months later and i still half expect you to knock of my door.
theres someone in the complex with your truck, its comedic how i keep falling for it.
maybe eventually, right?
eventually i'll stop getting a little disappointed when i walk into a room and dont see you.
it's just a little emptier, is all.

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