headlight_stare deb as i sit here in your all but empty room all i can think is "why did you have to go to work today-?" i woke with a chill this morning that the overheated blankets couldn't ward off and reached for you- your music has kept me company in your empty absence as i count the seconds (down to 5001, now, i think) until i see that face of yours smile through the slowly widening crack of this door so much has happened and my heart should be laughing giddily as a preschooler, while, in actuality, her broken half-smile is weighed against these teary doe eyes and she finds herself lost, flitting away on this wind that should be more crisp (for january) while these eyes wait heavily for your slow return -i don't ever want to have to leave you again- 010106 what's it to you? who go blather from