coming home: 8/31/07
sitting on the back porch with the
sounds of the highway like a strange
lullaby as the late summer sun falls
behind the trees

& i'm watching the birds & they're
looking back & i wonder if they can
tell i'm thinking about you again

i know i'm not supposed to but
yesterday i went to the city & the
skyline looked strange without your

& i know it's not right to miss you
but i do.

i'll be coming home soon;
i miss you.