Tuesday, November 11, 2008

What day is it?

I don't remember. Is it Sunday? I think yesterday was Sunday. Or Monday.

Gotta deadline end of month. Don't think it's yet end of month. Close. Too.

Hospital. Home. Hospital. Home. Hospital.

Missed a meal or two or three. Didn't notice. Missed some sleep.

My heart swelled. Sometimes it almost popped. When Julie sang to you for the first time. When that song came on the radio. Right now.

Your earlobe. Your chin, your fingernails.

What day is it, Romy? Romy?


I love you.

1 comment:

Jeff Newman said...

must...choke back...tears...

she's a beaut!