moving day
yeah i’m packing again
folding laundry and
sinking my fingers into
all the things hidden
a year behind the couch
months under the desk
buried in dust and afternoon
yeah i’m packing up
her hair
wrapped around my old scarf
around my winter
she’s not in any photos though
yeah i’m packing up
and i’m taking the cat with me
and the smell of sex
bundled in our blankets
and i’m gunna miss you
posted by Heather Glasgow @ Saturday, April 15, 2006
4 comments
4 Comments:
I miss you heather! I listened to your song and it made me cry.Your so talented and I miss you soo much.
Nadia
ahhhh! does this mean you're moving? nooooooooo! what a sad day this has become. and how appropriate that it's raining like hell.
sinking my fingers into
all the things hidden
a year behind the couch
buried in dust and afternoon
Those are indeed poignant lines. *wistful sigh*
her hair
wrapped
around my winter
Love those beautiful words, perfumed with longing; they shall linger. ^_^ I do hope to read more of your poetry.
whatwhat? moving? more information is requested.
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