note left for barbara

i drug the past out in the early weak light and found myself waiting for another miracle period another time in which our best sides and our best days disapear (charging stallions over hills and such) and we are left with only the scathing sunshine and a dream that had something to do with timelessness. so i miss watching you write letters you never sent, and i miss watching josh stumble onwards to bed a littel earlier than it might have been necessary, leaning on the counter at dominoes, breaking garbage out back (you were always the best to break garbage with) and knowing that we didn't have to mean anything as long as we meant everything.

2003-04-22 | 7:11 p.m.
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