December 12, 2011

           I spent my Sunday evening with Steve Morgan and hot cup of white chocolate dream latte. I tried so hard to be busy I didn't notice that by one in the morning, they were already closing the coffee shop. 

It's December 12. Everyone already packed their bags and left.The barista was already bringing the cups 

downstairs. The lights were dim and all I can hear was the janitor whistling a tune. 

I went down and stood in front of the door. I stared at the dark road and drowned myself in its silence. 

Half of me was happy to be out alone in a place we never knew together; my other half still wished you were here.