First I thought you had forgotten, then a horrific thought ensued...
The thought that perhaps my history had shifted and it was I that had dropped a page and somehow lost a piece of myself along the journey.
But I let you talk and you believed with such fervor that in that moment it was true and never had the truth been truer.
We could have sailed a ship into the past by your stars.
I smiled and let it go...then I stopped listening.
It's real what they say of firewater...it muddies the brain.
It brings such heat that things begin to melt
Then it involuntarily pours and makes a bog of sand upon which you stand and lose all sense of footing with every drop you drink.
I am grateful for no such need.
It is sadder than the first tear and heavier than the last one you will cry as you watch me depart for something real.
