Saturday, August 1, 2009

to clean

Nights are funny funny funny things. Disappointing, mostly. Surpsing, sometimes. Good, tonight. More digits were exchanged, and that'll probably just be that and that is okay. Words were exchanged earlier, and those are the words that matter. And those are the words that will go nowhere and a split screen reminds me of this fact when I feel my most hopeful. Days become months and months blend into seasons and suddenly it's been that long since I touched his face. And no faces will be touched if those words become true, but stories will be shared and friendships cemented and that is all I need tonight.