pele wonder...

i got your email tonight

i didn't even read it

not this time

all those times you would send a letter

an open letter

to lots of people

and i would sit there

swallow each word

lick each letter

each syllable

caress every idea that i could eek from the madness before me

i used to hold my breath for you to talk to me

i used to wait for you to call

i used to allow the way my name fell from your lips

haunt me

at all hours of the day and night

but this time?

tonight?

this time...

yeah. notsomuch.

[happy one hundredth postings, my lovelies]