I'm driving along the streets that we travelled
and missing the feel of your hand in mine.//your hands are not perfect, no, they are calloused by the miles of strings they have travelled over
composing and confiding
your hands are not perfect but i remember my face held steady between them;;your tired eyes after a night of watching me twist and turn in sleep, your last goodbye that hung in the air between us ((the morning was far too cold to have stayed out so long))//and now im left standing on the banks of the Mississippi River, searching for the chill air that reminds me of you and blowing kisses that I can only hope will drift upon these muddy waters south to the Gulf and they will ride the breezes to warmer weather
where you will be waiting to meet them on a distant shore
quiet but not lonely

01/08/2008

Author's Note: I was going to send a message in a bottle but i thought maybe you'd like this more

Posted on 01/09/2008
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