Date: 12/10/04 at 9:55PM
Mood: Quixotic

He sits at the end of his bed, takes his socks off. Faint light coming from the bedside lamp. He's been quiet all week. He misses her terribly...
"She's the tear the hangs inside my soul forever."

He drops abruptly his weight--dumping his remorse--falling on his side, with his hands extending in front of him.
"He has no-one..."

A tear resides between his lids.
"My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It's never over, all my riches for her smiles
when I slept so soft against her..."

This--I want to feel--a must-have, must-appreciate song.