About that day.
It was a very nice day.
I indulge in thoughts about it often.
But you said, you were leaving, and It might take a while.
I said, “I’d be here whether we talked or not”
I don’t know that this is the truth.
As I am living with my words now,
I feel strangely less like a woman and more like a secret.
Less like a person and more like an antidepressant

This won’t do for me. I don’t hold out great hopes that it’s good for you either.

I would like to be your friend.
Over some time, I think I could be that and more

Let me know when you’re feet and heart and hands are all together.

Godspeed.