Time Is My Luxury
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
As Eye sit
at McDonalds again
to wait for the shadow
of the roofline
to chase me away —
it’s here!
As Eye sit
at McDonalds again
to wait for the shadow
of the roofline
to chase me away —
it’s here!
You sound lonely. I hope I am mistaken. If so, don’t be! If not, well…alright then. —CC
Yes i am lonely.
Nothing that a virtual hug could cure, I’m guessing?