"beautiful and blue
I could die here with you"
It happens, not terribly often, but often enough to remind me of how precious you are. A little moment, a rock show, a plane ride, you're cleaning your house. Something clicks in the way we perceive things that suddenly snaps everything into focus in a very gentle, very nonintrusive way, and I think to myself, "After this, I could die and be happy. Complete." But I don't, and you don't. We go on, and we go to work, and we smoke and drink too much sometimes and we wake up foggy-headed, and before I get a chance to wrap my brain around all the things I need to do that day, one thought remains floating, without any words. And I smile and remember and put it in my pocket to take with me to the store, and I'm so, so glad that the last time I had that moment, the last time I thought, "I could die," I didn't. And you didn't. And we lived to have another one. And each one keeps getting better.
Thank you.
Posted by stephanie at April 15, 2005 01:39 PM