park city
Some where in between the shots of saki [where I noticed more than ever the elements that make up your face; the curves to your nose and the freckles brushed across it, you really are so beautiful], our stroll down main street along the backdrop of twinkling mountain town ambiance, skimming over your admiring stare while I was singing to Ani in the car [pretending not to notice the way you still look at me], eyeing the black mountains in the horizon while we sat in an abandoned parking lot, weaving my fingers through your hair as you buried your breath in my breasts; you reminded me of what I have to lose [or what I’ve already lost…I’m not so sure of the tenses anymore.] And I could be so mad at myself and at you, but what's the use. I meant what I said, I've missed you. I didn't realize I missed those moments that go without saying, those moments no one else can ever see. The feeling of another body touching mine. Moments that validate the concept of you and me, vacationing to a different world once a week. The moments that put the scraps of stiff time under the "wasted" category. Moments that change my whole outlook on life. Last night left me with an ambivalent heart, but the realization that grace still prevails between us makes me smile to myself. So, that's cool and thank you.