11.30.2007

fleeting content

One of those rare moments is upon me. Contentment. Joy. Warmth. Full.

Maybe it is the warm tea that is wafting to my nose and taste buds. Maybe it is knowing I just bought a really great gift for a friend. Maybe it is anticipation of an evening well spent with kids and friends. Maybe it is in hopes for great things to come. Maybe it is sentimentality for a weekend well spent.

The moment is here. It is fleeting, but it is content.

11.08.2007

blurred

he's leaving me

those words

just dropped into conversation

like yesterday's scores

or tomorrow's predictions

he's leaving

no prayaboutit thinkaboutit talkaboutit

decision made

gone

noquestions nohopes nopromises

gone

stomach

heart

as one

racing

empty

heaving

heavy

staring

forward

alone.