maerts
2003-12-30 ~ 5:51 p.m.

i miss smoke breaks at stream.

miss walking by your desk and nodding my head, knowing that we would meet out back and sit and bitch or just sit and smoke...one at least, maybe two.

i go out to smoke here and there is no one else.

so i drag the poison in deep and fast and rush back to my flourescent cube.

because there is nowhere else to go. and time goes by more quickly when i am on the phone.

in the rushing crowd of all the things that i miss...

right now,

i miss you.

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