Tuesday, November 02, 2010

You held my hand

I am truly pathetic.

I can't even walk down that road without seeing images of you in my head.
I'll pop in my headsets and put on the loudest volume.

But that doesn't stop anything.
I can still feel your fingers entwined with mine.
I can still hear your high pitched laugh.


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