Tuesday, March 15, 2016

day one hundred and sixty-nine : responding

planning
what does that even mean?
that there is some kind of future?
maybe something
to occupy the space
it is something

it let me get excited for a bit
sipping caramel lattes, coffee and hot chocolate
for three hours
thought of creating
and not slipping away

i come home
but the fade is still there
i am not trying to run from it
as i had before

just trying to have them live in tandem
and maybe one of the kinds to beat out the other

i should respond
i know
part of me is scared
what is coming?
a goodbye?

part of me is so relieved
you remember i exist

so many times
i just don't move
just don't do
headlights

move along, move along

i wanted to respond to the first email you sent
not a picture
the one where you first spoke
the words of your mind, being, state to me
the first time since december
i wanted to respond to that first email
but
am i allowed to respond to an email that states you aren't ready to talk?
that doesn't really make sense at all, i'm afraid

how do i go about all this?
can i skip ahead?
tell you my address without what's locked in?

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