For awhile he lay there staring at the ceiling.
I was half asleep.
Then, suddenly
I really like you.
A pause, the air stiffening.
I told him to be careful,
Gravity gets the best of us.
Yet,
I like you too.
He said,
If it were different it would be you.
Like the song,
It's bad enough we get along so well.
Monday, January 31, 2011
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