he wrote a book for her
she couldn't read it the wurds were smeared. with
time passes. your life happens. and you wonder.
if the mountain climbs and the log cabins. if the fireworks and the
had been real. had been with him.
could she read his book then? would the wurds sizzle on the page
then exploding with their meaning ~
meant for her eyes. maybe then she would know.
and the memories would change. and the pain would stay the same. because she
can never be satisfied.
she'd rather he'd written her a song.