March 9, 2009
I met a man
It's all about timing, I guess. He came, or I came, at a time when things are beginning to take hold on both our worlds. Or the worlds of the people around us.Some nights I think there's a grand plan somewhere, that no matter how this part of my life ends, it IS for the taking, now, today, tomorrow, and the day after that, while there is still something to hold on to. Some nights I fear I will lose this again, drive him away, tip the balance-scale dangerously, suddenly, surprising him, hitting him in the middle of the night, while he sleeps beside me, or while I sleep beside him, when nothing with the day that just passed by said something, something is about to happen, an inevitable running away.