Just when I had made my today
Secure with safe yesterdays
I see tomorrow coming with its pale
Glass star called hope.
It shatters on impact
And falls like splinters of cruel rain
And I see the red oil of life
Running from my wrists
Onto tomorrow’s headlines.
Today you gave me something I needed; something I had been missing.
I asked a simple question. I asked if you were working today. You responded but elaborated. You told me you had a class tonight and tomorrow evening. You didn’t just say yes. You shared and in doing that I felt included. Sharing extends beyond work but it was a great example that I wanted you to see.
I appreciate that and I appreciate you doing this. Things like this will take the feeling of distance or the distant-ness away.
Do you wonder? Did you ask yourself why I sent you something tonight about love when I expressed discontent earlier today?
If you didn’t, I’m glad to hear that. I am glad you either understand what I do or just get that it is me.
If you did, the answer is this: I care. I wanted you to understand that my view of you did not change today.
That is all. It wasn’t for attention. It wasn’t … Well, I can’t really think of reasons because I only know why I did it.
Nothing seems simple right now. Words seem to weigh heavily between us. I’m hoping that visiting will change that.
Be well tonight, my love.
When the fog rolls in you can fly above it. Never apologize for the strength in your wings, never pretend you don’t love the feeling of flight. The fog will come, we are not fated to fall inside it.
You. You rise above and you lift those around you.