but in case i do

There was that talk we had before you left one weekend, long and honest, secrets

steadily rising from hot bowls of clear soup, fogging up glasses that will always be

half-full. There was that smile you gave me when you walked me to my door one

evening, our pockets emptied of daylight and hours, and there is that smile you

always give me when I walk into a crowded room; I am still trying to figure out the

difference between the two. There were tired days, and quiet. There were growing

pains, things that sting but do not leave scars. There were those first flickers of

recognition, the winking eyes of oncoming vehicles. There was something we found

and decided to keep, and there is a slew of somethings further ahead, but there is

the middle and we have that; there is safe, solid ground to stand on. There is enough,

and often there is so much, and there is nothing that should ever make me forget.

sunday morning