One phone call,
a few scattered words and phrases
here and there,
and I’m back
to 2 years ago.
A year of wasted energies.
a month of sleepless nights.
a single nights of words,
Not one with a use.
So please don’t
look this way
with your quick and eager heart
because it’s too easy
and that makes it so difficult.
I love this.
I’m glad.
Great ironies.
One of the greats my friend.
Thank you both.
Small little moments.