Regardless of how much one whines and complains about the lack of things that make you happy – sometimes absence does make the heart grow fonder. Sometimes one grows fonder of having one less responsibility. Sometimes one is glad to not throw out withered word-petals at a funeral procession that’s already passed you by.
Your grief hangs over my head like Louisiana humidity.
My concern for you swaddles my heart.
Me?
I wade through the fields and streams of unconsciousness
Not knowing if I should turn back
or continue to plod forward
Me?
My concern for you
replaces my usual unspoken words
with the ones
I say out loud to you
everyday
"Your grief hangs over my head like Louisiana humidity." Nicely said, good sir.
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ReplyDeleteHappy birthday. We are 31. Which is somewhat cooler and also so much less cool than being 30.
Absence always makes my heart grow fonder of my children...it is their presence that irks me. hee...
Im at an Apple store in the mall...and I'm scared...
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