The measure of each wrinkle, each gray hair, each fear-filled argument (the ones that forget about the promise), spanning the years. The hours spent on remembering, recalling the conversations; the laughs; the tears (from it or whatever); the strength to find it in every day.
Loneliness in this candle light, a glass of Chardonnay and messages from new friends;
climbing that mountain, seeing that mountain, being on that mountain,
and wandering,
wondering in the midst of the turmoil of reality, canvassed grasses pecking at the ankles, mosquitos slapping; a veil lifted, a mouth kissed.
A true companion.
What it is to be in love!
That spark!
The shadows... the shadows of the past, needing a full ray of light. To shine. In order to shine.
Finding you, that will be the day.
A true companion.
With killer graces and secret places...
... and gray hair, laugh lines, memories of all of it - the willingness to know all of it - a reading, a writing, a word, a song. Within it all.
A true companion.
Time. Not on our side.
Why didn't I? Why didn't I?
Maybe you did. With killer graces and secret places and gray and wrinkles and laugh lines and a past...
A true companion.
Why not?
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