woven tightly in a woolen blanked
she is seated in a van.
as they drive in the darkest dark of night
blown away with the music he chose.
thinking about that certin thing
that always causes tears to arise and greet her unwelcoming skin.
she knows she shouldnt think about him
but she is too tired to stop herself.
and so she cries.
letting it all excape through her weary soul.
she breathes on beat. and her company dosen't notice the waterfall cascade from her face.
usually the feeling of release, and clearity follows.
but not on this night of mourning.
all that she feels is the undying weight of the tears she has felt on her cheeks for too long.
she tells herself.
everything will be alright.
this can not last for much longer.
things will be better in the end.
and she continues to pray.
and wish.
and hope.
that soon he will whipe her tears away.
9:15 pm - Tuesday, Jun. 11, 2002
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