a mixed box of chocolates

you and I

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Sitting in my Jag

the lights

jumping

gayly

on the dark display

the mall parking lot

cold and empty

the long distance call

is long gone

but still

I sit

with the phone

in my hand

wondering

“Is the sacrifice, worth it.”

cold Sunday mornings

watching the sun

coloring in

the dark sky

in heatless hues

of pale golden ray

snug

in my fluffy bed

a little mourning

memories

in my head

of a lusty high

trickling

down my thigh

Once in awhile

you meet somebody

so beautiful

so graceful

so talented

all you want to do

is sit

quietly

in the corner

and look

admire

and cry in awe

of being privileged

to witness

this godlike presence