fallonlee

Aw Fallonlee, my little dew-drop daydream, my misty kisses and early morning fog. My reason for yesterday and my hope for tomorrow. My starlight and champagne, my lotus and my passionflower. What would my day to day existance be without you?

...A pile of unwashed clothes, the scattered fading wisps of childhood hopes, the face-smacking slaps of ugly reality.
Your absence sends me into tailspins, vortexes of breath, swimming blurs of faded moments and unrealized wishes, empty outstretched hands, moth-eaten memories, husks of wishes and dry shells of locusts. You are my shiny beetle, my chest pressing hope, my everyday longing, my never-ending hope of a better existence.

I miss you.

...Your little drunken poet,
RoseMarie