I sit here alone and far from you
and I am thinking of you
I can hear your voice like a song echoing in my head. You are in another city. I wait for you every day. I wait. I’m holding onto my life by a thin thread. What happens now? I only have the vaguest idea of what comes next.
Texas has drained my soul after 22 years. Texas eats me up, tortures me, and spits me out. It…