Too Much to Say
He was an old man on the day I met him and that was decades ago. I didn’t know it, though. He looked old but he was so alive you hardly noticed…
I knew it wasn’t true but it didn’t change my beliefs. I thought he would live forever. I’ll miss you old man…
Because, I want it. I want it so, so very bad. I know I can’t have it and I know if I had it I probably wouldn’t want it anymore. But that doesn’t stop me from wanting it. Nope. Not at all…
What’s worse? Wanting something you’ll never have or wanting something you could have had…if you had tried harder…
I reached out to you and touched your face. My fingertips moving slowly along your cheek my fingers stopping at your lips. You kissed them and I leaned forward putting my forehead where my fingers had been…
I have a lot to say but I can’t seem to write anything today. I have too much in my head and not enough in my heart. My heart is bubble wrapped right now. I had to do that before I went back home. I’m feeling safe and protected now and I think I’m going to stay that way for awhile. I’ll let you know if things change. In the mean time I’ll be cleaning out closets and cooking things. Sorting and organizing my life until the thoughts in my head calm down. Then I’ll be back. Take care until then.
Hope you are alright. Or will be, soon.
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I’m alright. Just have a lot on my mind. It’s starting to sort itself out.
If you find my cordless drill in one of those closets—can I get it back?
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:) Only if you bring back my chop saw. I need to re-do the railing on the front porch.