When I was with you at your grandmother’s house in Providence when was that? Christmas? Sometime stale and drafty. Light flickered in the windows. We thought it was a lightning storm. What did you say then? I don’t remember. Something about lunch or dinner and I remember it was funny at the time. I thought about it later. You were always saying things. Anyway how are you? How is your family? I heard you were at the end of your rope. I just wanted to reach out before I left. Just wanted to tell you about that time and what it meant to me. Anyway that’s alright. Talk to you later.
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Strange how the moments that we think are important fade from our memories. I guess it’s only when we try to recall them that we realise the parts of our lives that really mattered.
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Odd little moment here…remarkably full of emptiness. Perfect little nugget!
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i love the gentle tone in this piece, its rhythm…
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All about nothing and something, but mainly something and nothing.
“You were always saying things.”
🙂
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