This journal wanders about. It's poetry, reflections, snippets from other stories and ideas of others, and my own pot luck thoughts reflecting the transparent thinking of this post-traumatically stressed, majorly depressed social phobic before and after my breakdown.

February 21, 2008

Remembering you



Alone again, I stare, squished in a train, arms up. Saturday night looms.
Then, scant time for much to do, I stand,
relishing gust of air, remembering snowfalls
and you.

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