Wednesday, September 19, 2007


“Are we okay?”
she asks sweetly,
and over the phone
I hear her wrestle
with that wrinkle
in her forehead
that draws the line
between worry
and all right.

“We’re okay,”
I laugh
as I learn that
a hasty good-bye
is a loud
and very powerful

1 comment:

Kat said...

glad I could be your muse for that one haha

it's funny now