coming holiday

I have a memory ahead. I will have to make a choice, will it be difficult. I could let the memory haunt me all weekend, or I could just keep myself busy. I woke up this morning thinking about it, went to bed last night weeping about it. The funny thing is you haven’t any idea that was about you. How many times did I travel and when I got back you would tell me you knew exactly my calendar and I was always so moved by that. It wasn’t a later that you used my distance to justify your own. You told me how much it hurt to know I was away.

This weekend I won’t be away, first time in nearly 30 years. I’ll just hope you might wonder about me, about us, maybe take a chance, reach out. I’ll wait … forever.

Published by a quiet man

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