You are here and I was walking on dirty carpet
You are here and I spent my whole day listening to a boisterous out-of-tune choir
You are here and I am taking care of my mother who is not feeling well
You are here and I am dreaming about the red roofs of Dubrovnik
You are here and I am watching the walls of my room start a war
You are here and I am guilty for eating the way I wasn't supposed to at the end of this week You are here and I was supposed to look better because
You are here and the sun is out
You are here and there has been and will be rain
You are here and the great god music is shuffling its feet too fast, Balboa
You are here and I am wishing tameness on my lion's mane
You are here and my face is still not clear on how to behave
You are here and today on the drive home I realized how beautiful spring is here
You are here and I just remembered that I don't know what your hands really look like up close
You are here and I do remember the color of your eyes
You are here and you are hopefully still as pale as I am
You are here and I want to hold both of your hands
You are here and I want you to hold both of my hands in one of yours
You are here and I wish that my torso could giraffe up so I could hug you less awkwardly
You are here and tonight maybe
You are here and tomorrow I will see you
You are here and I am not supposed to know
You are here and I don't think
You are here and
You are here and
You are here and
-Dana Winter
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