lindsay ann

number...number...

if i stood outside your window
throwing stones and singing sweetly
would you burrow in your pillow
or come running out to greet me?
if i settled somewhere distant
but wrote letters every sunday
would you keep them safely hidden
or be burning them by wednesday?
if i looked across the table
with my nervous hands still shaking
do you think you would be able
to respond without me breaking?

i'm going through my notebook and putting in old stuff...
because i'm sure you enjoy it.