he was there. i noticed. i didn't care. much.
some, but not much. funny, i was just thinking
about him, about them, the other night. thinking
that there are anniversaries coming up and all.
thinking, "who was that woman? what was her
deal?" well, i can admit that woman was me, but
i can only guess now at her "deal." she wanted
true love? at 40 my idea of true love was a lot
different than it is now. now it's mostly about
breakfast and "turn out the light before you get
that thing out" and "isn't it hard YET?" yeah, i
know. but at 45 life is about much different
things. screw love. i've had it and never knew it.
how ironic is that??? i think maybe the difference
is then i was looking for someone to get lost in and
now i just want to find myself in someone else, if
that makes sense. so, like, yeah. i saw you. and for
a moment i smelled your scent, felt the texture of
your skin, heard your voice.