Bent Words

Bent Words

December 08, 2008

On a night like tonight when the snow is falling like a picture in a children's storybook, where the roads are too treacherous to travel, when our solitude could be warmed by the fire in our hearts and when we could be bundled with gear, making new tracks across old bridges, seating ourselves in an empty tavern with boots dripping the forecast, I miss you.

And I'm not looking for a marriage proposal.

I just want a to take a walk with my friend.

We have this short period of time in which we are at least mostly lucid. If we're lucky. It's after our teenage years, before our wheelchair days and in between all the moments when we're too angry to listen, too sad to care, too busy to realize and too drunk or too sick to notice. It's within these spare seconds that we live; that we get to live. Where no one is telling us we're too old or too young to drive. Where we get to go -- go anywhere -- and not explain our spontaneity or our desire for something new.

It's where we finally can get lost or act upon our stupidity. It's where we have a say in what happens next. It's where we struggle the most because we might be alone or where we rise to our highest potential because no one is holding us back. It's where we get to be who we are or hope to be.

And all of that is just better when there's someone else there to see what you see, to smell what you smell and remember the details you might forget. It's better when someone else is hoping for your happiness and ready to find you if you fall. It's better to share the best part of your days. It may still be a beautiful walk all by yourself but how much sweeter it all seems when there is laughter, a hand to hold, eyes smiling with your reflection.

Because we don't have much time for it, ya know, and we don't get a second shot at it. So giving up, so early in the game, seems like such a gamble. Letting go too soon, backing up for the bumps in the road, reneging for fear of failure -- what would we ever have if we always did only that?

JUST THINKING OF YOU..-MADE ME SMILE.
HOPE TODAY IS OK.
WANTED TO LET YOU HOW MUCH YOU MEAN TO ME AND TELL YOU I LOVE YOU.
WALK AGAIN TONIGHT?(WEATHER?)

That's what you wanted.

And that's all I want -- to keep taking those walks. With you.

Written at 9:46 p.m.