welcome to the winter of our discontent
2004-02-19 & 1:10 p.m.

it is becoming spring. i look around and we all have words on the tips of our tongues. if we could only trade sips of our cokes for words like picnic or on y va or wraparound porches i believe we would all walk a little lighter.

i can't apologize for this. i always promised i'd never be your winter, and i did love you. i still do and i let you spend too many nights alone and i'm not sure you believe me when i say i'm sorry.

with the escalation of why's, my smiles grow more feeble. and, out of pride, we rarely outstretch our arms.