Sunday, March 14, 2010


Never before has a new moon been so appropriately timed. I was here in this room during the last new moon, but I was not alone. Our secrets are spent, hardly secrets at all. We were trapped in one of those nebulous patches between dreamland and reality, afraid to sleep out of fear of losing just one second together. I'll never forget the fog that seemed to follow us from here to there, but by mid-morning, the sun had burned it off, and you were gone. It was all gone. Like none of it had ever happened.

Tonight, I am fresh and free, I am fine, and I am going home in a matter of days.

No comments:

Post a Comment