Tuesday, October 06, 2009

There are pieces of me scattered
somewhere

There were people who knew me
once

there are days like this
and the last
and maybe the next
when days seem like months
months years
years, forever.

this is now.
tomorrow will be then
then will be somewhere else.
but now
is

1 comments:

SFDH said...

Ack. A long walk or a soak in the tub seems the right rhythm for days like that...