Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Dave (11/365)

Dave: Thinking of him after all these years makes my heart skip-beat. We were star gazers until things took a turn. I watched him vanish on a bus, looking at me out of his window until I was just a speck. Waving Good-bye.

1 comment:

jane said...

oh my. funny how reading this again it has a different context for me now.