when you came to me with your bad dreams and your fears, it was easy to see you'd been crying.

there are songs in my head and thoughts on my mind.
i wanted to be held.
so i went for a walk.
cool air. musty smell of wet leaves and dirt.
i want to curl up, nose tucked under your chin.
the sweet, clean smell of soap and fabric softener.
the warm weight of your hand on my hip.
but it's dark out here and i'm alone. except for ray, and patti.
charlottetown smells like cinnamon rolls, and my arms are empty.