a day just like any other

Soooo, just writing for you tonight, dug this out of a notebook full of light cues, how sad am I? jeez.


This should be called: I was bored to death in the booth during a dance recital


And the hinges on the double paned window swing.
So you are simplified now?
I’m frozen, freezing, cold.
Like the ice stuck to your windshield.
Overbearing and stubborn.
I still hope you will be found in the sun-drenched meadow,
or maybe just asleep, thoughtfully, and in your own bed, of course.
And what a good start, for the child to be brought out into your soul.
The window is still swinging dear.
Just a reminder.
20/20 vision and you still can’t see past your nose.
And my sentimentality is over….now.
Relieved?
As am I.