i only had a few minutes yesterday.
but wanted to check in.
called him.
he didn't sound good.
we kept it light for the few minutes
we had....
then i had to go.
his voice haunted me all nite.
i called him this morning.
told him my instincts were up.
wanted to check in again for real.
nah, he wasn't doin' so good.
i acknowledged it, was glad to hear he did
as well...we talked a bit about it and then
told goofy stories and laughed together.
and i knew it mattered.
fingertips touched over the phone lines...
and i knew that's what i wanted....
a life time full of fingertip touching....
because i can't think of anything that matters more.
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