I didn’t get him
anything,
and all I’d have to give
to make him happy is my
heart, but this is not the
time. Not right now.
I am weary. Exhausted
of being the garden
always trampled through,
this might be a time where I do the
crushing. And I need to move–preferably
to another country.
I don’t even know what to say. I guess
I’d better get shopping.
12/23/2008
