An ounce of care would be nice from them you shower with awes, allow to eat your bread, take up unearned space in your shed Who knew flesh and bones could hurt so and leave you at the mercy of time that never seems to change a thing no matter how much of it’s passed…
Upon realizing I was feeling tired, I turned around to skip the one mile walk and head to a local store instead, one within shorter distance. I heard the flapping sound of flip-flops following right behind me. I turned so quickly I must not have seen who it was and, by then, I was embarrassed…
“By the way, you like pasta, right?” “I do.” “Perfect. Wine?” “Please.” Talking about world news and the occasional nonsense, we sip on wine and snack on veggies while waiting on the water to come to a boil. It’s so surreal to be here with him and not FaceTiming or texting. I’m close to finishing…