Monday, April 23, 2007

another one gone

another weekend gone. wasted. never to be recovered.

she was able to call for a while on saturday. she thought she might be able to call on sunday if she didn't go to a thing with him.

but i knew that there was no way she wouldn't not go with him. weekends she's -home-, not away.

i waited until there was no chance anyway.

alone.

again. or still.