christinajeanne's Journal

I drive past your house on my way to work. You are so close yet so far. I long to keep a connection with you. I fear I'll forget the memories and you will fade. I've got the pictures but they won't last forever. I read your letters over and over again. I hold you in my heart. Until we meet again.

Another poem about my boyfriend who is in prison. I do drive past his house on my way to work not everyday but when I work at my uncles store I go past his house. It makes me sad because I want to stop and say hi but I know he will not be there. I want to talk to his family and friends just to keep some connection with him but they never answer when I call or basically ingore me. I know I'll see him again and I am going to make a goal of trying to visit him by September 1st. So we will see.

Staring at the clock waiting for time to pass. I'm slowing down and taking time to think. I need to collect my thoughts. Wasting time. I read your letter. Time is wasting by. Maybe all this thinking is good for me or maybe it will drive me crazy. Time is wasting and I want to leave. I see the clock it's slipping by. I'm slowing down but I'm exhausted. I worry things will never be the same. I need a million years of sleep.

Basically this is how my day went. I went to work looked at the clock all day brought his recent letter with me and read it a bunch of times. Read a book called Sweethearts by Sara Zarr which if you haven't read I recommend it. Sat there staring at the clock wanting to leave and go home. Feeling like I was wasting my time when I could have been doing more productive things. Thinking too much is not always good being alone like that is not always good.