*Breathing*
Feb. 1st, 2004 11:33 pmAnd I wondered if you were there
Where you used to stand in your window to watch me when I would stand in mine
To watch you watching me watching you.
Do you still watch the window when I'm not there,
Looking at the back of my bamboo shade
And the Mount Holyoke window cling?
Do you look up on my porch at night to see if I'm there
In that beach wrap and bare feet, and long hair blowing bubbles at the moon?
Do I float around your head like a ghost?
Are you waiting for my pixie face to leap out of the tree?
Are you still calling for me?
(It's about Alexander--I just felt like writing it.)
Alana is amazing. She makes my world a different, beautiful place.