If this comes creased and creased again and soiled
as if I'd opened it a thousand times
to see if what I'd written here was right,
it's all because I looked for you too long
to put it in your pocket. Midnight says
the little gifts of loneliness come wrapped
by nervous fingers. What I wanted this
to say was that I want to be so close
that when you find it, it is warm from me.
- Ted Kooser
Saturday, June 13, 2009
I said them, but I lied them...
I know I said I was going to eat healthier and definitely no pop.
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