parallel
tuesday, jul. 24, 2007, 4:23 pm

the chemist wakes up before me, sleepy eyes smiling. his elbow presses against my knuckles and a blue line forms across the paper i'm writing on.
'i just woke up,' and i cry behind my eyes.
it could've been 'sorry', but its not. 'sorry i broke your heart,' or, 'sorry you waited,' or, 'sorry we're not together.'
but its not like its going to make a difference anyway.

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