The chat window
The curse of the age is the ability to see how long it has been since you replied.
And the most embarrassing part?
That relief- that utter, complete, overwhelming relief when you do.
I know you’ll be too consumed by the day to probably type in something.
But there’s a tickle inside me that says, this moment, you want to.
It’s overconfidence, like every time before, that brought me down.
And again, that exactly, placed in you this time, that makes me feel that all of that,
What I told you about?
All of that wounding, bruising, bleeding?
That all of that was worth this.
I know it’s too soon.
I know it’s too optimistic.
I know it’s bordering on stupidity.
But just knowing that you are on the other side of the window,
Willing to say something to me?
It fills me up like orange juice.
I know. I know it’s different. I know it’s impulsive.
And I know we could be blown to smithereens if one moment went wrong.
But we’re still here. And I love the hope in your words.
This? This is as I wonder, one more time today, at how we even started here.
This is to remind myself, some years from now, that this is where I was.
– Share it with you again.
Those many years from now,
That silly smile we have on our faces.
Good night, and I’ll let you have the last dance.