2004-11-01 - 8:41 p.m.
And I hope you're thinkin' of me when you lay down on your side...
Well, I do. Then the lights go out, an already quiet house becomes silent, and I am left with no distraction from my memories, loneliness, and aching.
The clock says 9:07 PM which means it's around 11:00 PM your time and I imagine what the apartment looks like at this hour, where you are, and whether you are laughing.
This is foolish, I think, so I pick up a book and read myself to sleep.
