A china doll.

Posted on September 6, 2007


I am thinking of you. I cannot hide it. You are far from here, but the afternoon is overcast and the warm breeze is whispering someone’s name. I am listening closely but I try to appear as if I cannot hear the lowered voice of the wind. For the first time I wish myself a reason to be outside simply so I could stay in the blue shaded parking lot to listen longer.

There are pieces of you left here like crumbs or seeds from a sweet fruit that are stuck in my teeth.

This week I feel fragile. My smile could crumple at any moment and my tears would come fast and without hesitation. This week I feel fragile. A china doll.