Some words from Jann

Missing you is the hardest part of all. It stings me and bites at my heels and steals my sleep. I ha.te it. I ha.te the longing. I ha.te how time stops and hangs on my sleeves. I have your picture by my bed. It is circled with black jewels that shine from the red lights of the clock radio. It's the last thing I see before I close my eyes, and painfully count the hours.

jann