<< 09.17.04 :: 6:37 p.m. >>
::yay for stupid rhymes::

his car looked just like yr's, and in his rear view mirror, he had yr eyes.

for a fleeting moment, it made my heart stop.

*

you've always been old.

it suits you.

eyes telling tales of things you haven't seen yet. a quiet understanding of what happens next. hands that have built houses, and also torn them down. calcium bones run into the ground. a cotton smile, and rich, weathered skin. a flicker of mischief whenever you grin.

it's funny - until then i never saw myself in the same light, but being old with you - it always seemed right.

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