By Cyan Date: 2002 Jun 06 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.06.12.46.11035]] |
You kiss my cheek in the darkness of the room. Wind rushes though an open window. The curtains fly up and we listen to the sirens below. I saw an image of a woman and child in my mind's eye. A knot formed in the middle of myself. Guilt? Perhaps. 5:30 a.m. His night shift is about to end. It's time for you to go. |