posted by dave on Friday, June 20, 2008 at 2:00 AM in category ramblings
I wonder if she really understands, why I did what I did. What I had to do.
She says that she understands. She says that she wishes me well.
I believe her when she says those things, and I can tell that she believes it when she says those things.
But sometimes, every now and then, I see something out of the corner of my eye.
I see her looking at me, out of the corner of her eye.
I see something that doesn't quite fit.
I see something.
