Tuesday, September 30, 2008

an india day

i just have 'em sometimes. i mean, all i seem to be able to do is think about india. i just want to wear a salwar-kameze. to supplement these longings to be surrounded by smells so ingrained in the earth, i put on my caedmen's call cd, look at pictures, and cry.

i see your face
i keep your picture in my passport

but its not the same

still there's joy in the sadness
in my heart and in this place
in the hope of the longing
tears cannot erase

and i hope that you are sleeping okay

cause i miss you
i miss you.

1 comment:

Jillian McLaughlin said...

those days suck, but are nice to just think of the memories, that hopefully one day will not be just memories :)