talk to you

I just want to talk to you. About little things mostly. Observations. Things you would pick up on so easily. That certain laugh or smile of yours. Telling me you know exactly what i mean. How well you knew me. As i listen to the strange wailing sound of Tom Waits, I want to tell you that I hear something Eastern European in Alice. Something that reminds me of you. Your voice talks to me through music. I want to call you and tell you that I brushed the cat today. That she jumped on the bed while i was sleeping. That it's raining. And windy. That i took a walk. That I looked at pictures of you and me--pictures taken the day Zia was born. That I sense you--everywhere. You are in me.