Once again, the world changes....
"Are you kidding? Nobody who knows you would be the least bit surprised to know you were up at 3 AM working on a poem."
Touching? yes. Tears to my eyes touching. Heartbreaking? also yes.
Because maybe a few other people wouldn't be surprised to find me up at three am writing, but he is the ONLY one who truly understands WHY, gets it on that deep gut level, where I feel it.
I love sunshine as he loves rain, so I was pleased to stand outside yesterday.
The sun rubbed warm lips across the back of my neck, slid hot hands over my shoulder blades, down my waist, over my backside, touching the backs of my knees, humming promises of a yummy summer.
Soon. Soon. Please.