Thursday, October 19, 2006
Amy's stuff is in my garage.
It's waiting for her to come move in.
It can't wait for her to unpack.
Even her bicycle is mournfully awaiting her arrival.
It's tired of sitting in the dark all day.
Now that summer is gone, it's starting to get cold at night.
How her stuff wishes November 2 would just get here.
Alas, I feel the same as Amy's stuff.