November night
Nov. 23rd, 2011 10:53 pmWandering through the memories, other nights before the holiday, alone/together/somewhere in transit between - I find myself looking back at me.
Pressed between pages of then and now I am recalling what I remembered.
Next stop, next station, new address along the line, and when will I know when I am home?
You will be with me, across the table, laughing and welcoming.
Pressed between pages of then and now I am recalling what I remembered.
Next stop, next station, new address along the line, and when will I know when I am home?
You will be with me, across the table, laughing and welcoming.