02.02.11

5:56 p.m.

oh day, why must you be so beautiful?

you make work hard to face. you relieve me of my focus.

seriously. what little business i have is not being done because i am constantly running outside to see you. to smoke cigarettes with pigeons and skateboarders under your hazy sky, to exchange smiles with children running by.

day, you are the california that i hear everyone talking about. you are warm and breezy like spring. you are the endless summer.

and day, today you have been reminding me of the girl. the two of you would have gone so well together. you would have complemented.

for instance: holding her hand while walking around in you. or, lying in the grass while being touched by your wind.

these things would have been nice.

but, no. no, you'll have left by the time i am out of the office and done with job.

and that makes me sad!

there is never any time, day. never. you leave too soon. and all i get is paperwork while you slowly fade to night.

not to mention you're mostly gone as it is. now, at five o'clock.

your light departing,

i miss you already.