Sunday, September 10, 2006

Ten-Four

He's on his boat off the coast of Croatia. I'm in the hospital room, sitting beside my Mother.

My hurricane breaks through: I just wish you were here, babe. Beside me, under the stars eating pizza, drinking beer. I'm thinking of you.

Perfect timing, that's his. My perfect storm.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

is he a soldier? why is he off the coast of croatia?

Reading said...

When is he going to visit?! Tell him not to make us come to him.