judecorp | Phooey

I'm sorry,

reveries. I screwed up. I walked across campus in the pouring rain to mail your Boo Berry, and I went into the post office and looked for a box to ship it in, and found one, and put it together, only to realize that I'd left my address book on my desk at work. I'd taken it out to rearrange my bookbag because I had posters to post, too, in the rain, and I guess I was so sleepy that I got distracted. So I'm going to leave the cereal here and try to remember to take it to the post office on Thursday. I'm sorry.

In better news, thank you,

kyoki_tenchi, for helping me feel useful this afternoon on the phone. I really do empathize with your situation and care about you to death, and I'm just sorry I haven't been doing more while you've been going through this. I really had no idea it had become this bad. Pulling away like I have was not the greatest thing to do.

In more better news, the cream of potato soup I had with

happy2beso at Brennan's was yummy. And she is, as always good company.

I have owwie hangnails. Ow ow ow. I should stop picking them. Goth, I'm tired. So tired. Even drank caffienated soda here at work. Soooo tired.

This song is my relationship life. Entirely.

~//~

I threw your keys in the water, I looked back,
They'd frozen halfway down in the ice.
They froze up so quickly, the keys and their owners,
Even after the anger, it all turned silent, and
The everyday turned solitary,
So we came to February.

First we forgot where we'd planted those bulbs last year,
Then we forgot that we'd planted at all,
Then we forgot what plants are altogether,
and I blamed you for my freezing and forgetting and
The nights were long and cold and scary,
Can we live through February?

You know I think Christmas was a long red flare,
Shot up like a warning; we gave presents without cards,
And then the snow,
And then the snow came, we were always out shoveling,
And we'd drop to sleep exhausted,
Then we'd wake up, and its snowing.

And February was so long that it lasted into March
And found us walking a path alone together.
You stopped and pointed and you said, "That's a crocus,"
And I said, "What's a crocus?" and you said, "It's a flower,"
I tried to remember, but I said, "What's a flower?"
You said, "I still love you."

The leaves were turning as we drove to the hardware store,
My new lover made me keys to the house,
And when we got home, we just started chopping wood,
Because you never know how next year will be,
And we'll gather all our arms can carry,
I have lost to February.