fading. almost gone. the glass is half empty. down to the very last drop. phone rings. a new someone has taken its place. 3 hours gone by. still it seems like yesterday. a new day, brings a new conversation. she falls asleep gently. does she acknowledge me. or is it just, small talk. if you call, i pick up. if you dont, i wait. for what? for who? for ever? who knows. comfortable. you, make me. listen. you hear me. soothing. yes. who knows?! i never do. your laff. soft n subtle. your contagious voice, plagues me. sickens me with joy.
your dry humor, pans out. *sighs*
black is colour!
