Crossing Guard

This is you, finally ~

I want to know the ordinary you. I want to know the small stuff that you sweat. I want to see your routinary Sundays. I want to smell your hair the morning after. I want to see how your shadow falls on the ground. I want to feel how you fit into place. I want to see my imprint on your existence. I want to prove your permanence in my life.

Par CdG @ 27.4.06