One lesson learned from yesterday's post: Less is more.
Pia at Courting Destiny has been nominated for a Koufax Award for best writing. And no, she's not paying me to mention it. Far as I know. We have a NYGH relationship. She whets my appetite for New York. I give her daily synopses of General Hospital. Hopefully she'll never realize she's getting the short end of that stick. Now on with today's post...
The names you call me, I haven't heard in so long. You make me feel interesting. And good. I'm beaten. Broken. Torn and tattered. But somehow you see through all that. You see something. What is it that you see? Could you show me, so I will know that's still someone I could be?
I'm at the edge of a cliff. I have peeked over a time or two. You're at the bottom. I think I want to fall. I think you'll catch me. But what if you don't? What if you can't? What if you change your mind? I've taken this leap before. You might think it would get a little easier each time. But it gets harder instead. It feels safe here. But lonely. So I look again. I think I see your arms outstretched. Waiting for me.
Why do I feel like I'll be drawn to your lips the instant I see them? I think I want to watch you breathing. I think I want to feel your heart beat. I think I want to know. I think way too much.
Wait. Don't leave now.
"Darkness hangs overhead. Close to the point where angels fear to tread. I close my eyes and think of you instead. And pray you'll be here soon..."