Saturday, July 08, 2006
"who is it?"
her voice light, excited,
hopeful way different from her usual bored way of asking who's at the door
i saw my sister gesturing
i strained my neck a little and saw her hurry out the kitchen
i smiled first,
then i ran and skidded straight into her arms
and we just held each other
held each other tight and cried and cried and cried
and right there and then,
i knew she still loved me
fuck,
it's good to be home
oh yes it is
- xoxo
charis loves you
1:01 AM