timespan

... clarity in conversation, doors left open, sugar on the table beside a glass of brandy....your smell stays with me long after I leave your presence. I ask you a question and you would rather not answer-fair enough-what do I have now? A friend, a buddy, a heart who understands mine because we live in a similar place 4000 miles away.....someone who I can talk to, who wants nothing from me, and yet I still want to give...and that makes me wonder....and forces me to see how circumstances can change so abruptly, causing slight shocks to the system, bringing things to the surface that I would rather keep hidden, though once they are out in the air I feel much better....the pain of moving through fades to ghost-white once the destination is reached.....and I keep on going past it, wondering where the next bend in the road will lead me-and to whom.....and I can go to you for comfort, as you can come to me, and you are always welcome in my too-tender heart.

You teach, I learn...perhaps the roles reverse as well