Rain
Saturday, January 1st, 2011
Take note of where I stand,
notice where I land.
Be sure of nothing, nothing.
Enough of what you say,
I know it’s not our fault.
Then why do I agree every time you talk?
and everywhere you go,
is no closer to where I am.
It seems the time it takes is the time that takes you away.
She puts out a cigarette,





























































