SunriseRay could remember the first time he met her. Her name was Elaine; she was eighty-nine and his next door neighbor on the fourth floor of his building. The building was an old brick boarding house a dozen or so blocks away from the end of Lake Shore Drive, overlooking one of the public beaches of Chicago. He’d encountered the tiny woman (she was only five-foot-four) in the hallway outside their apartments early one morning as he was returning home from his night shift. She had been putting the keys in the pocket of her coat, and dropped them accidentally, jangling noisily on the floor. &nbsSunrise
The PeonyHe stood on the corner of 5th Avenue and Colombia and sighed. She'd forgotten again. That, or class had run late again and she'd fallen asleep on her books again. The thought made him smile, imagining her brunette hair mussed up and spilling down over an open book somewhere in the back of a giant lecture hall, empty except for her. It would be just like her too, she was always tired after they were up late on the phone like they were last night, talking for hours about nothing, their goodbyes turning into another conversation until one of them passed out, curled up around the phone like a lover, wakThe Peony
SmileYour smile. If there is one thing about you, one part of who you are that I love most, it's your smile. Not because it is a rare thing to be captured and held close for fear of never seeing it again, but because I see it so often that I treasure it so dearly. Your smile melts the hardest parts of my heart, warms away the chill deep in my soul that I can never seem to rid myself of. When I wake up in the morning in your arms and open my eyes I see your smiling face looking down at me, and it reminds me why I exist. If I hear you come through the door and look up from whatever it is I'Smile
PocketI keep my heart in my pocket For the one I love Ready to give to him The day we meet.Pocket
I search for him With my heart in my pocket Hoping against hope That he may find me first.
Where are you, my love? And what’s keeping you there? Are you buying a gift for me? Keeping it in your pocket?
Come to me, my love I’ve waited for so long Tell me who you are I have my heart in my pocket.
What is your name, my love? What do you bring me? What do you look like? Tell me what you have in your pocket?
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"I have tried to see things from your point of view, but no matter how hard I try, or what I do, I just can't get my head that far up my ass."
Salvador Ortiz
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"The World has moved on..."
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