blue fingertips

life has led me back to the reflecting pool. i think about it constantly. how did this happen? what will become of it? have i convinced myself to feel this way or has it always been?

now i wait for the day and hour when my (near) future unfolds before my eyes. i havent been able to make my dreams understand my desire this time, so instead i keep waiting. and wondering and biting my nails, as the ink seeps into my lower lip.

i like you the best.

tonight i write you because i am just
so downtrodden and don't know where
else to turn. i wish you were here, i think.

i write you because i just want to
write. i hope you like my words.

tomorrow maybe you'll hear from me.
I need you to take care of something
for me. It's important. And damn
entertaining!

tomorrow will bring me closer to you,
in a way. And though friday might find
me further, at least in distance, i will
be retracing your steps.

it's true, california is waiting. it's
waiting for me. and i'll be waiting
for you.