Friday, April 25, 2008

Four Glasses

There are four half drank wine glasses strewn around my apartment, remnants from our past week of drunken nights and naked sleepovers. Every time I wake up and see them they make me smile and remember the way you smell in the light of dawn and how your body feels unintentionally pressed upon mine when you are asleep. I am going to miss you when you are back to your life, know that.