[i don't need to see with my eyes.]
there is a moment. right before you see that person.
the one you haven't seen in two years.
the light.
but there's the moment.
if you expect to see that person.
there are no expectations, but you know they will be there.
their face is blurry in your head.
and you question if it is really that person you are about to see.
or someone else.
remodeled.
the framework is the same.
are they there?
and that moment exists until they are in sight.
and when you see them, you are held.
not in arms, but in memories.
and tosses of the head and flashes of eyes pursue.
pulling conversation like a river into the ocean of who you've been without them.
or who you haven't been.
to who you are.
and they are there.
they were there the whole time.
and they aren't going anywhere else.
- posted by angela @ 6:50 AM